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Lord help me out |
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Save my soul |
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Need to find a new route |
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I don't even hear what other niggas talking about |
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Call me a hipster as long as you're a listener |
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Label me what you like |
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I'm close to my victory |
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Dozed in the fight |
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When I open my eyes somehow seeing night |
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Beyond trying to see what being rich feel like |
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Six-figure checks, for my mom for peace |
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Everybody wants to stick on me like leech |
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Take my blood |
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Give fake love |
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'Till I turn them down |
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I'm the one that who changed...bro..? |
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That's why I don't call 'cause when I was starving |
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You wasn't at all...around |
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Now I gotta shut shit down |
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Be a man pick friends all selective now |
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You're cool, you're cool, fuck you |
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And to the bitch that's on ya fuck you too |
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Try to shine now everyone knows Kid Cudi slipped up and loved them hoes |
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We all make mistakes...yes |
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No worries I just kill a bitch with success |
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While she at home stressed out eating ice cream |
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I'm at the Grammys living out a nice dream |
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No bitch on arm, just my words and my stoner charm |
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With my dimples deep I smile at peace |
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'Cause I went out and got what most y'all seek |
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Now I'm the one you meet |
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Who throws you the peace sign, not one eye met |
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And this is just the first step |
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God walks with me, but I'm still vexed |
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Oh, how could this be? |
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All this time, I've lived vicariously |
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Who's gonna save my soul now? |
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Who's gonna save my soul now? |
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How will my story ever be told now? |
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How will my story be told now? |
