[Verse 1: Pusha T]
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It's the blackout, a¢æ?rari got the back out
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Showing my black ass, engine in the glass house
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Started in the crack house, Obama went the back route
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Kill bin Laden, another 4 up in the black house
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Still got the Macs out, pull the mask down like a mascot
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Still trick with bitches out with money or with ass shots
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G.O.O.D had room for one more, I took the last spot
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Re-up gang [?] done hit the jackpot
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Whole a¢æ?nother level, then you add fame
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That's a whole a¢æ?nother devil, legit drug dealer
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That's a whole a¢æ?nother bezel, the carbon Audemar
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That's a whole a¢æ?nother metal, but still keep it ghetto
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Behind the scenes, pull strings like Gepetto
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The gun blow steam, whistle like a tea kettle
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Runnin' like the rebels
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You and LV Sport shoe on a pedal, I let you niggas settle
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[Hook: Pusha T]
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Trouble on my mind
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I got trouble on my mind
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Trouble on my mind
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So much trouble on my mind
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[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
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Pharrell said a¢æ©«get a¢æ?ema¢æ?, so I got a¢æ?em
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Tripped on Bristol Palin then I accidentally shot a¢æ?em
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Then it ricocheted and killed the game
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I'm a problem cause I wanna fuck the world but not a fan of using condoms
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Pardon my french, I'm going hard as my dick
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When I envision my tip on the crust of bitch's lips
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Mr. Lipschutz has been trippin' since I mentioned Reptar's
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Triceratops dinosaur dick
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I feel it in my gut to kill these motherfuckers
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As a musk like the arm of my pits
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You niggas coming shorter than a Bush Wick Bill costume
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On sale during Christmas in Philly
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Uhm, well, not really, it's gettin' kinda chilly
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Let's hit a couple bars and give some bitches wet willies
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Soaked, getting' jiggy with it and Bel-Air's britches
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With a bag of pills, couple berries and a biscuit
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
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I'm a fucking walking paradox
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And a really shitty rapper in my favorite pair of socks ironed pair of dockers
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Two Glocks cocked screamin' west side!
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With the speakers blastin' a pair o' pacs
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Yonkers 10 milli, you're silly
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Thinkin' that this a¢æ?Preme wasn't free willy
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The feeling is neutral, the gang is youthful
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And fuckin' tighter than Chad Hugo's pupils
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It's Wolf Gang and the
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[Pusha T]
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With the re-up's a helluva buzz
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Rick James said cocaine's a helluva drug
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Who else could put the hipsters with felons and thugs
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And paint a perfect picture of what sellin' it does?
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This is for the critics, who doubted the chemistry
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Two different words, same symmetry
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And this black art, see the wizardry
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When you at the top of your game, you make enemies
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You'll never finish me
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[Hook]
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Trouble On My Mind
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| Pusha T |
