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Hallelujah, thank God I have a future |
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Prayin' I don't waste it gettin' faded |
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Cause I'm smoking {*beep*}, till I'm coughin' up tar |
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Through the surge, energy curve like a lumbar |
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I don't act hard, still read Babar |
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Trippin' out, lookin' at a bunch of Google map stars, sh*t |
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They got a app for... that |
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But me, I'm still trapped inside my head I kinda feel like it's a purgatory |
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So polite and white, but I got family who would murder for me |
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Think I'm living paradise, what would I have to worry 'bout? |
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Dealing with these demons, feel the pressure, find the perfect style |
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Making sure my mom and dad are still somewhat in love |
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All these backfires of my experiments with drugs |
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And I experience the touch of my epiphany in color form |
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The difference between love and war inform me I'm above the norm |
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But, give me anybody though, I'll gladly chew his face off, them bath salts |
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Rhymin like it's summertime on asphalt, hot |
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Haven't picked a major label think I'm black balled |
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I still don't got the heart to pick my phone up when my dad calls |
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Will he recognize his son when he hears my voice? |
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I put this music against my life, I think I fear the choice |
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And I don't know what I'm running from, but I'm running still |
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I conversate with acquaintances, but it's nothing real |
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I'm from a city that you hear and think a bunch of steel |
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So a hundred mills wouldn't make me sign a f*cking deal |
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Money kills, that's the truth, it's called the route of evil |
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But I want that Rolls Royce that the homie Lennon drove |
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So, if you ain't talkin' bout some money I'ma send you home |
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Unconventional, special but unprofessional, |
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Adolescent expression that's lettin' me meet these centerfolds |
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As troubles fill my mind capacity I let them go |
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If I was Johnny Depp in Blow, I would let it snow |
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That's just me all wylin' out and being extra though |
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And, if God was a human it'd be yours truly |
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Watching horror movies with some foreign groupies, |
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thinking this decor suits me |
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I do drugs to get more loopy, |
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I'm in tune to ancient jujitsu spirituals, it's blissful |
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Looking out as far as eyes can see |
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I'm glad that me and this elevation could finally meet |
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I think I'm JFK's final speech |
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They try assassinating all of my beliefs |
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But I'm asleep so whisper to me for the peace of mind |
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And he be high some weed to grind on top a Jesus shrine |
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Twenty thousand on my watch cause I needed time |
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If y'all would leave me the f*ck alone, that'd be divine |
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Can't decide if you like all the fame |
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Three years ago to now it's just not the same |
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I'm looking out the window ashing on my pane |
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Sh*t, I wonder if I lost my way |
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Don't you ever wanna hide away |
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Side and triumph in the eyes of rain |
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Won't give a f*ck about tomorrow if I die today |
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I'll greet the devil with a smilin' face |
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Sh*t, that God fell on me, reside in space |
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As, time's a wasting I'm freebasing with freemasons |
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My girl's switchin' the locks, the keys keep changin' |
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Dreamin' of places my own personal creations |
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If death's a party in heaven, I plan to leave wasted |
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Retracin' my steps way back to biblical times |
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We-we all gon' end up meetin' at the finishin' line |
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