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[Slug]Ninety-nine bottles of ink on the wall |
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Stare at the stars, blink and they fall |
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Stand tall and shrink, small |
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Maybe they all fell asleep at the mall |
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Y'all not clear what to call a career |
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Stop the bus, |
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I'm hopping off here |
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Get down, snuck and got near |
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Just to watch you drown in them crocodile tears |
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Dressed up all black with a clown mask |
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Shred the system, sound clash |
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Fall back when my feet touch ground |
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Hit the Heathrow tarmac like where the pound at? |
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Self-service, getting it to go |
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A lot of work for a little bit of dough |
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Wipe the dirt out the window of the soul |
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Fish with my pole from the middle of the snow |
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Still running, bound to build something |
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Even though we all surrounding by hills crumbling |
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Lil young'n, we kill assumption |
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Come hit us up, you wanna feel the function? |
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We proof of what you could doif you would have took the lead to speak truth |
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You look cute little sheep in a wolf suit |
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Lost on a rook move, shootthat sense of direction, misconception |
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Get your check and then skip the lesson |
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Get paranoid and collect protection |
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Get destroyed by the boy just stepped in |
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Ain't nobody gon' stay when the stack cracks |
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Nowadays they ain't tryna save a rat's ass |
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Hit the gas and mash past the trash |
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I wouldn't want it any other way and that's that |
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On this tit till it's going flat |
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When I'm gone you can taste my frozen tracks |
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My crew stay deep and we don't relax |
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Ain't going to sleep, too old for naps |
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They say go to hell if you're tryna fold some cash |
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Well ring the bell, there ain't no more class |
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Pot or smack, but don't know the facts |
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Spot is packed, who owns the map? |
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I'm not convinced, y'all overact |
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You're on the bench tryna choke the bat |
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I headline shows that they hoping that |
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I get mine, they can go cloak and dag' |
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You had the chance to hold me back |
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I still advance, fade slow to black |
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Y'all are just ants till it all collapse |
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Put both your hands up and throw me claps, c'mon |
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Clap, clap, clap, everybody clap |
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Clap, clap, clap your hands to what he's doing |
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We get 'em jumping around like a swarm of cricketsand that's ordinary normal business |
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And you trying to ignore the visit |
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But your girl's online bout to score some tickets |
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I was born a crumb, |
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I'm a poor decision |
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I'll die a crumb, |
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I'm sure it's written |
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But first |
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I'ma smash over ornamentsand then bounce 'fore they announce the court's opinion |
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We all rapper rappers |
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We all wanna capture stature like any of it matters |
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Ass backwards and a lack of words |
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Only thing that you're killing me with is laughter |
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They used to cap and call me a backpacker |
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But they was mad |
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I had my mack mastered |
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Went up the ladder and |
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I seen the ants |
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So now I treat each track like it's the last chapter |
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Can't take it for granted, cause when it's done |
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I gotta subject my breath to the shit |
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I've runGotta respect the mess |
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I'm sitting on |
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So let's get it on until the nipple's gone |