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Their tellin me it's my fault my grass isn't green enough |
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And when they hit the store it's not my cd that they pickin up |
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Maybe I'm too wicked for em |
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Maybe they don't like me |
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Maybe they beneath me like the soles on my |
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NikesMaybe they wanna do it all just to spite me |
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It might be, the reason that they're hating me nightly |
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Flight we, take off to an alternate light beam |
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So I seem, so hidden and outta eye beam |
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Maybe I'm above em like a leer jet soarin |
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Cuttin the clouds like a butterknife, better life |
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But it's not best, feel it in my chest |
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Like my heart poundin loud enough to split my fuckin flesh |
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Maybe it's the way that |
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I been keepin it (underground) |
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People ain't really feelin it, and hope for that (Puffy sound) |
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Now all I can reveal is it is what it is |
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We keep it horrorcore always, but it comes with a twist[Not sure on these][And I'm alive all like a bible, I blaze in this bitchAnd I can burn a piece of paper a right for the bitchYou be the first and the last,]it's whatever it is |
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And it really wouldn't matter because |
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I'm killin the shit |
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Tell me is it better |
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Tell me every [?] letter |
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Ain't the start of the situation gettin all ugged up |
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I don't give a fuck what anybody trippin' |
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Got a map in my pocket and |
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I'm steady on a mission |
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Got my back to the carpet and |
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I'm starin at the ceilin |
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Thinkin how can |
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I explode and no one would catch feelins |
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But some wishes will never come true |
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But for the moment |
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I'ma grab a hold of those that really do |
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My mission is to flip it and make a person think |
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While you're steady missin a beat, kind of like |
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God blinks |
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Even up in the streets, if |
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I have to |
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I got heat |
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In the trunk or on lined sheets, guns are fuckin rhyme schemes |
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Try me so |
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I can make an example and put a hole in you |
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Either with a knife or a pencil |
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They use me like a stencil of greatness |
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But their fakeness prevails and it drown in the abyss |
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I'm gone and hot headed when rage gets the best of me |
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I'm falling to pieces so you can blame it on the rest of me |
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My heart and soul especially |
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They got the keys to my mind as we ride over drive into destiny |
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I'm gone and hot headed when rage gets the best of me |
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I'm falling to pieces so you can blame it on the rest of me |
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My heart and soul especially |
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They got the keys to my mind as we ride over drive into destiny |
