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All I want is a house and some money to travel |
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A simple game putting letters together like Scrabble |
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Sisyphus's lesson crushing the rock into gravel |
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Which of us truly trust how they knocking the gavel? |
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Plus though I be floating around like I'm stocking the ammo |
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Tucking the Glock in the camo |
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Fuck it, I'm lost in the channels |
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Surfing on surfaces, cursing in cursive and shit |
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Hurdling hurdles and hares |
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And turtles aware of the circles and squares |
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To a certain degree |
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A person you certainly see |
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Is certainly, certainly me |
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Or whatever, Kool A.D., |
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Till they pulling the curtain on me |
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I'm Erick Sermon, the generic version |
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Virtually not, but I'm Parrish too |
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Shut the fuck up, I'll embarrass you |
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Nah, don't care, I'm so careless my dude |
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Yes I'm aware I'm a fool |
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Sexy and arrogant too |
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Son and the heir to nothing in any apparent view |
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Thought I told you like once or twice you should |
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stare into my raps like Pun once dared us to |
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And we did |
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Who do we kid? |
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Why do we do what we did when we did? |
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Ooh baby ooh baby shit |
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Groovy |
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You feel me? |
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Sit back, cold beverage, writing leverage |
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Groovy |
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You feel me? |
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Sit back, cold beverage, writing leverage |
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You know me, I don't need no introduction and shit |
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Girl screaming "Anthony Obi, hold me!" |
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Like she know me, she won't quit |
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Already got one holding my arm in this |
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But I think I'm bout to add two to the list |
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And I just might add you if you equipped |
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With some good sense, and some good teeth |
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And feeling free like a loose leaf, single sheet |
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On the beat I'm crisp like a Pringle be |
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I'm on 34th Street like Kris Kringle be |
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Just little old merry me, unmerrily |
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Calling up my agent, flagrant |
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Nigga got me sleeping on the pavement |
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Why the fuck you think I made this wavelength? |
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Ain't tryna live in my relative's basement |
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It ain't easy being meezy, when a measly |
| [01:56.04] |
Hundred dollars lost can make a nigga queasy |
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I need my full fucking feezy |
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Ever since I got grown, left home |
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Been feeling all alone like fish a la carte, bitch this is the start |
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Of me being a meanie to you niggas seeming teeny |
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You stringy like some linguini, thinking that you can see me |
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That seemingly might be easy but you're quite beneath me |
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You're stinky like a queef be |
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From a bitch that hasn't washed for weeks |
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Hoes known to jock you geeks |
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Cause they think you so unique |
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But solely you're phony and only phoning in when you speak |
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I'm going in on your freak, weekly and reeking of weed |
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Sweetly I'm sealing the deed, revealing just what she need |
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Like honey to bees or chickens to feed |
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Or money to me or A/C to a hundred degrees |
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I smoke nothing but trees, you are nothing to me |
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And while you're living in dreams I'm reeling in reality |
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59 pounds on the Eurostar in France |
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Business Class feature Sauvignon in the glass |
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I don't know French Lucy teach it when she speak |
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I study in the bed and I only learned "Oui!" |
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Swimmies in the duffle cause I'm tryna hit the beach |
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And I'm tired of the Rockaways, too ugly for my feet |
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No room for devices, leave it at the beep |
| [03:31.14] |
The only thing magnetic is the hotel key |
| [03:33.90] |
So baby don't tell me that we living next week |
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Cause I'm feeling this week, life is feeling this sweet |
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What type of feeling this be? what kind of strain is this weed? |
| [03:44.89] |
I know you understand me since we're on the same beat |
| [03:47.53] |
You can hear the foreign silence ringin as I pen this verse |
| [03:50.28] |
Moleskine with the Star Wars cover, Peroni quench the thirst |
| [03:53.01] |
I ain't about shit cause I recycle my outfits |
| [03:56.66] |
Dawg, I'm walking on the outskirts of a country unknown |
| [04:00.25] |
5 Euros a six-pack; Victor is you with that? |
| [04:03.06] |
My eyes rolled to the top, drop while I sit back |
| [04:05.72] |
World's Fair globe trotter popping on a greater scale |
| [04:09.35] |
In the end might leave it all, that's word to Christian Bale |
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