[Intro:]
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Fuck you got me up so early in the morning for man?...
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[Verse 1:]
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Yeah, thanks for meetin' me here
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I know it's short notice,
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And if I black out, don't feel bad 'bout leavin' me here
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I would rather have a latte, then stay inside a hosiptal bed
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So just let me invent from the top of the head.
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It's a lot, or maybe it's a little
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And I can't process it, whatever, God bless it
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Unless it was sent from the devil in a message
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Along with the fairwell quest on my soul
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Eyes closed, with hydro and a white bowl
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I know, my high goes as fast as it comes
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Try and gain weight, try and save faith
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In the same place, that moves as fast as I run
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Which isnt fast at all, I can crash and fall
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Nothing is promise life is basketball
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After all, who the hell drafted Charles?
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Do not play, but that won't fuck up my latte
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[Chorus:]
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Pick a sin, any sin, I commit it (I commit it)
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Pick a drug, any drug, yeah I did it (yeah I did it)
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Pick a lie, any lie, I'll admit it (I'll admit it)
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(And go on) only have one life I still give it (still give it)
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Pick a sin, any sin, I commit it (I commit it)
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Pick a drug, any drug, yeah I did it (yeah I did it)
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(And go on) only have one life I still give it (still give it)
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But ain't nobody fuckin' with my latte (latte)
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[Verse 2:]
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Yo, my brother - I love him to death
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But with that love comes struggle and stress
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I wanna' snuff him and [? ]
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This fuckin' neck, everytime he disrespects me
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But to maintain the friendship, I keep a button, lip
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Is this some sick shit, that my pass [? ]
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Should I ask him why? Why ask him?
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He can't be me, he can't have my passion
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For this [? ] called music
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I've been tryna' creep with' her, but it's hard to creep with' her
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When I sleep with' her, everybody knows about us
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So I've never seen with' her,
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Unless you've been in the bed, and see me with' her
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I mean... I just radiate her [? ] hate
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But they know they just rape her,
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I take her by the hand
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And guide her, 'smack' was my drug of choice 'til I tried her
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Then we had a threesome
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I didn't, music on smack-smack-smack that ass
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I grew music on the back,
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And no one knew the difference
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'Til they heard the recordin', I think it's porn
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You think it's songs in the mornin',
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You get excited, I think it's borin'
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"Charles, why sample, why you gotta' sing
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Why you gotta' rockin' pink, why you gotta' thing,
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For drugs" Shit, WHY YOU GOTTA' SUCK MY DICK?
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Why you gotta' front like you don't love my shit?
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Why these niggas wanna' stress me?
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Why is the devil?...
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'For the music, none of these bitches though I was sexy
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Why don't 'body believe that I'm in dept b?
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You askin' me for cake, nigga I can't afford a pepsi.
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Yeah, I'm broke I said it, let's see
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If any of you gold diggin'-niggas gon' hol' me down
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On your credit, nigga I don't need cash
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I need debit, get it? Got it?
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Fuck a bank, I'm your deposit
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Capital One, what's in your wallet?
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You think Robin Hood would be robin' in the hood?
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Since you niggas are ballin', he'll be ballin' too
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When you're money is fallin', he'll be callin' you
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Oxymoron; like snow on a hot day
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No "Beach Chair" in this blizzard, I am not Jay!
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Ya'll are red/pink, don't work
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So when his +Kingdom Come+ nobody's fuckin' with my Latte
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[Chorus:]
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Pick a sin, any sin, I commit it (I commit it)
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Pick a drug, any drug, yeah I did it (yeah I did it)
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Pick a lie, any lie, I'll admit it (I'll admit it)
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(And go on) only have one life I still give it (still give it)
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Pick a sin, any sin, I commit it (I commit it)
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Pick a drug, any drug, yeah I did it (yeah I did it)
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(And go on) only have one life I still give it (still give it)
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But ain't nobody fuckin' with my latte (latte)
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[Break:]
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You can have my iscolation
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You can have anything that it brings
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You can have my absence of faith
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You can have my everything
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Help me.
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I pick apart my insides
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Help me.
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I got no soul to sell
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Help me.
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The only thing that works for me
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Help me get away from myself
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[x2]
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[Chorus: over break]
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Latte
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| Charles Hamilton |
