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I'm in a room filled with holographic images |
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Path is limitless, death? well that's ridiculous |
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I'm a live forever cause a legend never die |
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See the world assemble but complex in the design |
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I spent some time just thinkin' |
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Where did that get me? |
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High, more drinkin' |
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Now my head empty |
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So can it last a couple minutes more? |
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Pain a funny thing when you can't figure out the source |
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Bear witness while |
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I'm checking ************es off my hit list |
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Try and understand the ******' message |
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I encrypted |
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Ancient, halucinatin' visions of utopia |
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Until I figure out that the perfect world's a lonely one |
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Never hold my tongue, vocal is a loaded gun |
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And I'm a shoot somebody in the face if they're too slow to run |
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Mac Miller |
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I'm the only one |
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But I'm the coldest one, this is pandemonium |
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My middle finger up with a cup |
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And a dutch spliff, hand on my nuts |
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While I'm wild and out in public |
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Welcome to |
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AmericaMother******, welcome to |
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America [x2] |
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Still in a room filled with holographic images |
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Cru************ng information into powder then |
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I'm sniffin' it |
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Directly to my head, never sleep or use my bed |
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Iller than the future death of you ingestin' sudafed |
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Might head to |
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Budapest just to get a |
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Gucci vest |
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Hop into a jet, get some rest to diffuse the stress |
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See this is what |
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I do the best |
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Nothing that you got except the bullet gettin' through my chest |
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Save hard, a brave heart, a warrior |
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I take caution, stay far from coroners |
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I heard some corny words said about my using ****** |
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Talkin' all that ************t sounds exactly like a groupie hoe |
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Most ******, got you hooked, yellin' |
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RuffioFirst you lose you mind then you lose your soul |
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So what you talkin' about? thinkin' you're out of options |
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American border, pipper but formal, above and beyond, |
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Medal of Honor |
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My middle finger up with a cup |
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And a dutch spliff, hand on my nuts |
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While I'm wild and out, public |
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Welcome to |
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AmericaMother******, welcome to |
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America [x2] |
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Yo chick live in |
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Pitt************urg? bet |
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I steal her, |
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Shout out my wigga |
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Mac Miller |
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Comin' up in a world full of killers |
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I'll be shaded up at the villa, |
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With a girl that know what the deal is, |
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Yea they know |
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I come from the illest |
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City on a map, we don't know how to act |
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Realest young rap, go getters in |
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AmericaBad chick get tossed around like the merry go |
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CV and Mac meezy takin' off on |
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PJ'sWe the future so every night is a new day |
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Sittin' in the studio, chain on and my hat low |
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Young visionaries and we sellin' out the rap show |
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I can trigger the wave in my sleep |
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Name paved, |
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I feel like |
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I am engraved on the beat |
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Wake up, shower, get paid and repeat |
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Spit one flow and got made on the streets |
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Welcome to the land where you never stay for free |
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Swag worth a mill, drop cast for the deal, |
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VeggiesMy middle finger up with a cup |
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And a dutch spliff, hand on my nuts |
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While I'm wild and out, public |
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Welcome to |
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AmericaMother******, welcome to |
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America [x2] |
