[Intro]
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[Intro]
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Check. It¡¯s 6:26 in the morning. I just made this beat ¡®cause I realized I enjoy playing the piano. You know¡¦ fuck you. No one¡¯s in the room with me right now, so I¡¯mma record this myself. I¡¯mma try and do this all in one take, so there¡¯s not a lot of editing because I¡¯m too drunk to edit. And that¡¯s just the truth of the matter. All right, let¡¯s go.
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[Verse 1]
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I said, raps is cold about 20 below
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I just realized I don¡¯t give a fuck anymore
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Used to look into the mirror asking ¡°where would this go?¡±
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Got big quick kind, of wish that I was taking it slow
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It takes balls to go on break from the mold
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I guess I did that, still got some dumbass fans who want KIDS back
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And I forget that they twelve years old, I must accept that
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Should probably stop thinking so much and just rap
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I wish life was kind of easier to figure out
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I wish it was like Ferris Bueler singing ¡®Twist and Shout¡¯
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I got a couple reasons that I¡¯ll stick around
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But for the most part this shit is foul
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I place my hand on a stove top to see if I¡¯m awake
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I heard you taking bath salts and eating people¡¯s face
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Saw the people I know personally
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See they act a certain way because they working for me
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And if you take that as a diss, that means I¡¯m talking to you
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No, I never look down, I got knots in my shoe
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Strings, made some money went and bought me a few things
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This ain¡¯t shit I¡¯m just doodling
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I¡¯m sick of going to the movies and people looking at me
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Inquire ¡®bout some shit that they know they shouldn¡¯t ask me
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Hollywood got every girl around the world fasting
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Like eating was a sin but really beauty lies within
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Guess I wouldn¡¯t fuck me a fat bitch
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I just disagree with you, determining fat is
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Want to go to Israel and see if there¡¯s a God there
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For now I¡¯m ¡®bout to smoke some blunts and post in this lawn chair
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Could of been the mayor because I¡¯m excellent with politicking
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People never say what¡¯s on their mind because they¡¯re on a mission
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Who do you think you are?
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And may God damn your soul if you forgot tradition
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Locked inside a box, a prison
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Somewhere there I saw a vision
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Met this girl with innocence
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And stole it while on top of linens
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Roger, word to Roger Clemens
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That don¡¯t mean a thing
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I¡¯m in love with making melodies but scared to even sing
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Freaking judgmental fuck-heads, talking ¡®bout my life
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You don¡¯t know me, and if you did you¡¯d say I¡¯m nice
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Everyone I see always has some cool advice
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¡®Bout what they¡¯d do if they were me and all the issues they would fight
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You could never phantom what this shit is like
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And I hope you turn your bitch to dyke
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My kryptonite is me
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Yup¡¦
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Doodling In The Key Of C Sharp
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| Mac Miller |
