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Close your eyes |
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[Mac Miller - Verse 1]Uhh |
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Close your eyes |
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So watch 'em do the macarena somewhere out in Pasadena |
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Love the drug that everybody here just tryna get a taste of |
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You a waste of the space that you take up |
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Living, this time around I'm not kidding |
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I had an intuition about these women in suspicion |
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Got me looking at you different how a man in my position |
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Can't start slipping down these slopes |
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Cuz it's all just |
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As a kid I didn't learn that but |
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When you were young and you were just tryna live your |
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Life and have some fun |
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In the world when you have yet to see how evil it's become |
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It's hard to have a dream when you're deep inside of one |
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And I know you hate them spirits so I keep 'em in my lungs |
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I'm a Beatle to these young kids |
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Sometimes I be feeling like a needle to these young kids |
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You had the world you 'bout to leave it to these young kids |
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And we gon' show you what the love is |
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[Chorus - Iman Omari]Stay high, don't fight what you know, |
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Let it become intact |
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Don't ever let it go |
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(It won't stop) |
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You can't fight the feeling, feeling |
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You can't fight the feeling, no |
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(It won't stop) |
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You can't fight the feeling, feeling |
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You can't fight the feeling, no |
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[Mac Miller - Verse 2]And I keep a couple Most Dope homies by me |
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So there aint too many times it's me, myself and Irene |
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We stay smoking through the night |
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Wake up do some Tai Chi |
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Homie can't you see I'm chilling, please don't fuck up my chi |
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Yeh my jacket Y3, recently been up on fashion |
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Waste a bunch of money kinda stinks of satisfaction |
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Fell asleep in Hollywood, woke up in Manhattan |
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Balling like I'm Jordan but I'm fresh as Mars blackmon |
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A penny for your thoughts, a dollar for your dreams |
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A price on an idea we never can agree |
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They tell you what you know but it's better to believe |
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So why you tryna act like what you never gonna be |
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Still I tell 'em |
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Fuck what you know, I'm feeling comfortable |
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Just continue living life cuz enough of 'em don't |
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You spend your days counting every single penny, mane |
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Start now cuz we coming for you anyways |
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[Chorus][Kendrick Lamar - Verse 3]Sometimes I wake |
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Up, up in the morning, make up |
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Wrap this much make up off my bitch soon as she yawning |
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Take up, hours upon days just to find power shit to say |
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But you won't hear it, even if your ears was pierced with |
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Beats by Dre, I mean |
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The sun is slowly falling |
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We all surely should die eventually |
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So what's your calling? |
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Oh, you left your phone behind, |
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Identity, crisis breaks mirrors, vices steer us through wickedness |
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Jesus Christ is right near us and devil said you owe 10% |
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Sold your soul |
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I know sold your soul and get hopeless |
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My focus is stared at eloping on boats that float in the open |
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Of oceans that coast the line on the margins I rhyme |
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Or choking or soaking up game |
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I'm hoping you picked the second one |
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The emotion of jealousy that your holding |
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You're telling me that your golden but really cubic zirconian |
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Let me see |
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I break you down like a pound of fire whenever your |
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Tactics are mighty clever |
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But even if you're Mayweather you can't fight the feeling |
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[Chorus] |
