Don't fuck with me
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Don't fuck with me
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Don't fuck with me
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Don't fuck with me
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It's like an art exhibit with the thoughts presented article my been documented
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Stuck on they tongues now I'm in the mouth of critics
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Niggers sell their souls to stay afloat I'm trying to cop them clearance
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Cause I need more life they trying to take it from me
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Saying that I'm going nowhere fast like in place running
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It's kinda hard to be talking about dreams
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If they're my reality like I'm walking around sleep
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I'm just hallicinating
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My life is too adjacent
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Good things come to those who wait
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And I'm too impatient
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No, I'm too courageous
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Finger fucking penetrating
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X-ing out my failures wih the process of elimination
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That's one by one until there is nothing left
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But more success followed by more success
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Creating outlines like two year old traces
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To these other bitches I'm a human eraser
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I'm here now
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Baby your time's up
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But to gain the world
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Would I give my mind up
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Or would I lose my soul
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Shine instead of glow
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Could I lose my fucking way
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Trying to make it along
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Things money can buy
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Not my sense of self worth or none of my pride
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You never make it until you fail and you take it in stride
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I'm just about to live until death takes me alive
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Listen with your minds
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The ears of your thoughts
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Feel it in your souls
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Give me the tears of your heart
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Don't fuck with me
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Don't fuck with me
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Don't fuck with me
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Don't fuck with me
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Paintbrush to my thoughts
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Stroking the canvas with my genius
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Waiting to break through like a full grown fetus
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Laughing at these bitches while I'm reviewing their grievances
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Got a sack full of dicks that I've been brewing to feed em
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I've got lovers whose feelings I pretend to be conscious of
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And I am until I remember lonely hearts need lots of love
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I give it to them real whatever the case be
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Now I don't tie them down because they could never escape free
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How I'm feeling it's kinda hard to describe
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It's like standing in a field and being part of the signs
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Like love them with your body, your heart, your soul and your mind
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And when the feelings subside, watching part of you die
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Damn I guess feeling alive
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I did it on my own
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So I guess the feeling is mine
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Still no real friends
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Still don't trust shit
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A long list of fuck shit that I don't fuck with
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My best friend betrayed me
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Believe me I overtripped
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Until I learned to build a fucking bridge and get over it
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Now I believe the power of my own mind, of my moonlight, of my soulshine
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Things money can buy
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Not any of the shit that I value inside
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You never make it until you make it and you fail and you take it in stride
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So I'm just about to live until death takes me alive
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See life is a mystery
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Same thing with history, same thing with misery... it all ends eventually
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We all live in symmetry, yet still react to the same things differently
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People are people, we live for our own
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Live how you think, not by what you've been told
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Break out the mold, embrace a new form
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Create a new life, then make it through scorned...
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There are hearts on the inside with strengths unparalleled
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There is life and it's cyclic, and it comes like a carousel...
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You've just got to enjoy the ride...
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You've just got to enjoy the ride...
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There are too many things that money can buy
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There are too many dreams that money can sell
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But, not enough real... just not enough real
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Things Money Can Buy
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| Angel Haze |
