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There we go, there we go |
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I think we're live again |
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All alone, unplug my phone |
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Back in the zone, been home but been gone |
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Prioritizing life in case |
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I do not live long |
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And finally found some time to sit down and pin this song |
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Might as well try to tell you how |
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I feel when |
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I feelAnd |
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I just want is time to pay some bills, life is real |
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You can miss it everyday, trying to get a little pay |
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Fill the page with some change |
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Try to feel a little change on my mind |
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I be thinking about the rain but |
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Sunshine shines everyday but hey |
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This is sunny |
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California where the phoneys run up on you |
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Cause they want you to be just like them |
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I'm on the corner about to get a swisher from the liquor storedro, sit at home, pin a song |
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Call a chick, get some dome |
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Play my shit, when |
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I rollCause nobody knows my mental like me |
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Open my window let you people get a peep b |
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My life is simple, yo they think the shit is deep |
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Be sleeping on me cause |
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I finally got some sheets, |
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PleaseThat's for wifey not just hoes that want to ride me |
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Cause they like me when |
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I'm riding the beat |
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To each his own |
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Niggas say they gripping chromes, splitting domes in they song |
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When, I just feel |
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I'm pinning the palm |
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PeaceChorus |
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I can't believe they think it's (Vanity) |
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Even my peeps say it's (Vanity)(They call you Vanity) |
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Just because |
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I rather eat in peace |
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My life's been a bitch like this chick named (Vanity)(They call you Vanity) |
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Sitting alone on my own dick is (Vanity) |
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And when I'm gone home sickness just (Vanity) |
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No, wifey at home, been home but ain't boned though |
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Threw a few dollars to her |
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Told her get her comb out my hair |
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Turn a square to a spliff and lift my dome in the air |
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Above clouds where the rain falls all inside my home |
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Like, pain colored paint balls |
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Call it what you want |
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Niggas laugh cause my faith strong |
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All I know is no one knows the places that |
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I've goneOr faces that |
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I've seen cry, seen laugh, seen die |
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Seen eyes with my life and all of them |
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Seen signs of falling but |
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I caught hope |
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Will in my wings, halo a hard hope |
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To faith like a new black pope |
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I am dope when |
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I want to be |
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And flow when |
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I'm on the beat |
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I stroke when |
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I want to need to skeet |
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They will **** you if you don't keep your enemies and homies on the ropes, when they suppose to be close |
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Poppa told me in a few that |
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Nomie showed me the ropes |
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Hanging on dreams to be happy, whether lavish or lean |
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I've seen enough to make a boy die nappy |
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Now a man on a search for the |
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God that I am |
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But actually |
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I'd rather be me |
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My poppa told me it was (Vanity) |
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My old lady said it's (Vanity) |