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I don't want it to end yet, but I didn't begin yet |
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I said you're just a fan, you're just not really a friend yet |
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Something that I've been said, practice makes perfect |
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But I'll probably die tomorrow, tell me is it really worth it |
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I can read the latest books, learn everything I need to |
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But it seems they'll still look at me like a crook |
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I'm like, yeah I'm pretty nice, yeah I'm pretty much an asshole |
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And they don't understand so it sounds hypocritical but fuck you |
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And I'm still the one the young niggas look up to |
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Imagine what I'd do if I was passionate dudes |
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Who only look around because they're searching for the truth |
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And I'm still searching for a coupe, but only lurking in this booth |
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And still more hazardous than you, still a casket fits my suit |
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I wonder when my last breath is, life sucks but fuck |
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I'm really tired of imagining how death is |
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And Earth is lame, waiting for the moment that I'm blasting off |
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I only go hard, I found out that you fags is soft |
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Your sight is too limited to see my vision |
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And you never listen so don't tell me OK just to pass me off |