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He bien peut-etre l'oiseau |
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L'oiseau qui dormait en chacun de nous |
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C'est la drogue |
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Hipster by heart but I can tell you how the streets feel |
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Everybody thirsty and they looking for a refill |
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If the gang eat you guns barking at your doggie bag |
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Get took out for your take out now you carry out |
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Murder by delivery, married at the paramount |
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I just coughed up a fair amount |
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Of niggas might air it out |
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Children so we never educated |
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It ain't about racists for a rich segregated |
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Just to get the bacon dawg, you gotta go HAM |
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Use to be lost til I found who I am |
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But it took the hook to eat the palm on my hands |
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Locked tryna get real creative with the spam |
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Locked in a jam cause a nigga serve butter |
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Just to get a little bread had to keep tomato smothered |
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All I really wanted was to overdub my vocals |
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But no one ever thought that I would take it past local |
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High a'top a totem man somebody shoulda' told 'em |
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That if money grow on trees being rich is dime a |
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So I'm smoking by my lonely, |
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By my goddamn self, |
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I don't need your help homie |
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Cause don't nobody really know me |
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Said nobody really know me |
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See that's going on a limb |
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And I used to sell trees, and I used to rock Timbs |
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Radiohead shit, fiends with The Bends |
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Back when Granny used to tell me "Stay Out of In" |
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Blaming cold air out, tryna know my whereabouts |
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Gone for three days and nobody ever heard about |
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How I got these Jordans, but that ain't too important |
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When I got a bitch pregnant and I'm stacking for abortion |
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And all I really wanted was to give myself a portion |
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Lit up off the Henney got a nigga self absorbing |
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Smoking on a bogie, no bud style, who can I trust now? |
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Lady snitch and got the whole block down |
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Now we gon' eat now, no rebound, when your boxed out |
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Belly of the beast now |
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Now you got me feeling trapped and I can't look back |
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When the roller head is out and the Pabst is made of ash |
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And I'm going through the trash tryna' find a little treasure |
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Living for the better tryna get myself together |
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So I'm smoking by my lonely, |
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By my goddamn self, |
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I don't need your help homie |
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Cause don't nobody really know me |
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Said nobody really know me |
