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These things are chasing my dreams is probably why I can't sleep at night |
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Keeping me up, it's like I'm running in circles |
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Oh lord, this can't be my life |
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The grass ain't greener on the other side |
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The grass ain't greener on the other side |
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The grass ain't greener on the other side |
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The grass ain't greener on the other side |
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The grass ain't greener and the cash ain't either |
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And the ass ain't meaner but they count on the dreamer |
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They consuming cause as soon they consume you with their cell phone |
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Rumors that a iPhone 6 is coming to you |
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Then the radio waves going to ya 'til your tumor |
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In your brain ways, to get)[?] up your body in the sewer |
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In the cars, in the clothes, for the stars that you know |
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Got you running out, getting credit cards you can blow |
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That's marketing bro, you a target for sho' |
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You a target, right now |
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Car full of clothes for these broke ass hoes |
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With their dreams that float right out windows like second hand smoke |
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And they say that there's no peace, beef with the police |
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But they eat processed beef 'til they're obese |
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Oh god, can you please spare a few g's? |
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I don't wanna have to go and move a few keys |
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Get a car they be having in the movies |
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Cause I come from the land of the Hoopties |
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Well-fared, white trash wearing blue jeans |
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To an interview where they should have wore a two piece |
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Hella' fine though, hell is in the mind though |
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Hella' five-o, helicopter's in the sky though |
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A place where they grow cancerous bitches |
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You don't handle your business and they cancelling Christmas |
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Four AM, on Christmas Eve |
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I'm awake though, I can barely breathe |
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See a flashlight going through the crib |
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Looking for the money mom hid, just a little kid |
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But remember every single thing everyone did |
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Every word, every line sniffed now that I'm big |
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Cause the grass ain't greener and the cash ain't either |
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And the ass ain't meaner but they count on the dreamer |
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(You must find strength!) |
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Got the whole world under their spell |
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All of the souls they sell until it's just a shell |
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You believe life's better in a Bentley more so than a Chevy |
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Trying to ball out when you ain't ready |
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And the debt's so heavy but you treat yourself |
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And nobody even sees that Gucci belt |
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Who's Gucci helped? That's Gucci's wealth |
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You putting your food on Gucci's shelf |
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I'm from where the hoes so fake groupies melt |
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And the record sales dictate who they felt |
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I could almost scream, it's a fucked up dream |
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Real shit ain't dropped since I was like nineteen |
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If I smoked, I would smoke 'til my brain cells broke |
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But I don't so I wrote down how I cope |
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If the world's running out of dope, then you make dope |
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Everything's so cutthroat, I almost lost hope |
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But in winter I'll be summoning the summer 'til the sun is uncovered |
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And it melts every snowflake under these stupid motherfuckers |
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And the butterface lovers on the butter soft leather seat |
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When they baby mother need another check from when he runnin |
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And his son is a slumber |
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Cause the hunger is his stomach's like thunder |
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And you better get up the money for the court to escort your ass |
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Where the currency's in form of Newport's |
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One PM, and he ain't giving up |
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Staring out the window for that black truck |
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Because his pops told him that he'd pick him up for the weekend |
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But he with his friends living it up |
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Gassed up like it's Hyundai, hot |
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And he trying to buy the clothes that Kanye got |
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But the grass ain't greener and the cash ain't either |
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And the ass ain't meaner but they count on the dreamer |
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