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View so clear, vision fiber-optic |
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At the crucible, just before my prime hits |
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Too smooth, and I'm not even trying yet |
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Walk the line, no cash, just appear rich |
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Voice boom like the crack from a thunder stick |
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Play it tough 'cause I'm just too fuckin' sensitive |
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Think I'm open, it's likely 'cause I smoked a spliff |
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No fun, but the silence feels like innocence |
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I see myself so clearly |
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Keep it moving, keep it going strong |
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Try to stand clear, but it move too fast |
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In the mood, but you know it won't last |
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She'll walk away with your heart and your cash |
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So sexy, but not enough class |
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Sounds stupid, but I put myself on blast |
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I was in the crib, she was grazing in the grass |
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Seems like the world was really just a flash |
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Keep it in perspective as I raise another glass |
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I see myself so clearly |
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Keep it moving, keep it going strong |
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Push it high speed, push to the cusp |
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Pop a few of these, make your head rush |
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I'm at capacity, waiting to erupt |
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Break free, will it ever be enough |
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I know the feel up and down just from a touch |
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So good, but I don't want to get stuck |
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Crushed paper, who can I trust |
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All world, rise from the dust |
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I see myself so clearly |
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keep it moving, keep it going strong |
