I'm in the middle of nowhere, nowhere, nowhere
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And I'm just looking for somewhere, somewhere, somewhere
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Yeah you like how I did my own echo
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'cause no one else could do me but me 'cause I'm the best though
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I'm a bag of kush, you're bag the regno
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And I've been this way from the get-go, get low
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Stacking me for hammers like icon
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For ?? name replace me with money and some background techno
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So anyway I won't take with kids just to let go
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And now you're still playing on the block ?? lego
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Difference between us, lions and genetic, make up
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Ask why chronology, body mask make-up,
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all night I sleep, all night you stay up
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afraid of nightmares, I'm afraid to wake-up
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and I tell my grandma I love her every time I see her
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'cause I'm afraid tomorrow that I might not be here
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'cause sometimes my wrist ?? us and will whisper to the other side of wisdom
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Just above the sip of the world, the stars .. build in
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Fall on the tracks and man that you tripped them
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I sleep up, popped in those blamin' was a mix up
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Or a box into before, could've swore that the rats when you fall, damn chance
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You could've died if you popped anymore
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They just want more, could've let me go in,
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Make me guy and tender for .. grow here
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Then .. keep spacing off, .. he afraid of somewhere
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I'm convincing nowhere
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Somewhere nowhere USA
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Ey ey ey ey ey
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Somewhere nowhere USA
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Ey ey ey ey ey
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Somewhere nowhere
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You can go from somewhere to nowhere
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'bout try leave from molly
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Mexican to molly's on the border I mean line between crazy and the present
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Maybe I'm distressed 'cause my dams are not undressed
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And in night in shining armor searching for ?? like
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Blame the game of operation for Parkinsons
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You touch the walls and you fell shocked
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'cause when you touch the walls you fell box
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Nowhere is vast, and somewhere ..
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And my dreams need room and stretch out legs
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And nigga run around from miles,
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But it's money ?? will leave more .. and the .. itself
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I feel my sanity is picking all my fantasies
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And reality is full and out the man ..
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But drive, you give a shit about your asta
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You just keep em in the ass, and tell you to run faster
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And some .. passes, till our last see me pass,
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And let em tell I'm here, anything I ask em
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Gotta give you wings but you stop being the bastard
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I guess I wrote em nowhere, ohh
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USA
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Ey ey ey ey ey
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Somewhere nowhere USA
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Ey ey ey ey ey
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Somewhere nowhere USA
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Ey ey ey ey ey
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Somewhere nowhere
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Somewhere, Nowhere USA
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| Chance The Rapper |
