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[Verse:] |
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Spill out my guts and fill the stick with Indo |
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Vibin' over instrumentals as I find my mental |
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Minimizers like the windows to my eyelids |
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My pain sits on the seal to heal, chill, enjoy the tempo |
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Fans getting so annoyed the world doesn't know the boy |
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From the home of Superman not the Soulja Boy |
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The coldest boy with red in his eyes |
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And he's on top of the roof cause he said he could fly |
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I know it sounds like the highest, how met his demise |
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But it wasn't, it was the ones that try to scream out "don't try" |
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But before I let these doubters be accessories to murder |
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I rise from the ground and X to the V emerges |
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No plans for Russian, I'm in the Bat cave planning something |
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Even Rosa parked it so she could stand for something |
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This world empty as a Soda Can my hand is crushing |
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It's just a never ending story when you stand for nothing |
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[Outro:] |
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The sky ain't a limit it's just another illusion |
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We can get through it all if we just keep on moving [x3] |
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The sky ain't a limit it's just another illusion |
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We can get through it all if we |
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Can have what we want be what we want |
