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No I never want to feel like I did that thing |
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Take me to the place I look, take all the way |
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No I never want to feel like I did that thing |
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Take me to the place I look, take all the way |
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How pathetic, like drug infested in a small town |
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In the middle of the State in ' |
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In the middle of USa, nowhere, nowhere resist |
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Unless you want to buy or sell drugs |
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Around the time of flash prints so they be so beauty |
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And back with the colliding gad double hit on their dude |
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My mother ex man he know droll behind the bright lights |
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Hand out with some mics they cop great ludes |
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Nearly on the hard way, white people party hard |
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They keep me up in night |
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So it's cool I'll be hardy test with a shord behind |
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And a rhythm, high, high, have a bomb |
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But fucking Camicazi, sometime I feel like the bomb |
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And no one can decide me a black old son |
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That will multiply barby, the time we're in the sixties so we wait and took the tacky |
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And call around, corrode it, our body's anybody |
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Absurd from the baddest check on |
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From the rap was rap gope and trappin the black offer |
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It's a crap that could say'and cruse some motherfucker |
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The fair is the humble in pyramid they discover wanna search some more |
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Way you brooch is on cars, I trade blunt to the God to the brunch and stars |
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Wanna block all unfair, rock it a period spreadinig |
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I heard 'em here talking fucking whores propertary |
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It's all to believe it, that's no body out there |
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Try to believe that I'm all alone |
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No I never want to feel like I did that thing |
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Take me to the place I look, take all the way |
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No I never want to feel like I did that thing |
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Take me to the place I look, take all the way |
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And I don't wanna feel like life's no real |
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I flesh the whole bottle full of zen , know the deal |
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Medication likes slaver inside the pressure |
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It's how the rich kings controlling this poor presence |
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We ain't even human anymore |
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Just reminisce, they let us pay arms but we register our weapons |
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And even if we ever had to start a silver war |
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Then we looking out your profile |
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Ticking in your door, hard core, great school before I was on soft mood |
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Just to hate my principles' so I keep luck the door |
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Now I'm on tour watching my back in the bathroom |
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Cuz you said cartoons needed and fames for stack rooms |
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What cold is what I'm rocking LA, they don't play |
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You had a father, that was deeper |
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'I was trade |
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Make styles, you just trade me with those rappers |
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Fuck a message in a bottle , raps in the crack vibe |
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No I never want to feel like I did that thing |
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Take me to the place I look, take all the way |
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No I never want to feel like I did that thing |
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Take me to the place I look, take all the way |
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No I never want to feel like I did that thing |
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Take me to the place I look, take all the way |
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Thangs, thangs, thang changing the hood that i'm living |
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Thangs, thangs, thangs changing the hood where I'm living |
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Thangs, thangs, thangs chaging the hood where I'm living |
