[Bridge]
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I'm bored, I'm bored (Hima)
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4x
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[Verse 1]
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Oh, no, man, I feel weird
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I'm trying to get the motherfucking fuck out of here
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Before there's flowers here
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And sour tears
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I'm looking forward to knowing how power feels
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Powerful, power is knowledge
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They sum up my life with my four years of college
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I know first-hand words is money
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I learned they coded language, observed these dummies
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Feel bummy and crummy with no food up in your tummy
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So I'm like funny how while I teach you sunnys something
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Apparently, if your parents be the sons of important parents, it's a parody
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It's a cakewalk
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It's collusion
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It's a lot of big words, it's confusin'
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It's hard to go to college when they profit off of jailing
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Give a fuck about rent if you can't make bail
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The coded language, they call that law
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Himanshu in the corner with the Bobby Brown jaw
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They said "Bobby Brown fault"
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Who knows what Bobby Brown saw?
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Bobby Brown Jindal never lobby brown cause
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[Bridge]
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[Verse 2]
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I'm like Lucky Luciano
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But more pronto with bravado
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While I'm chilling, sipping bottles
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And ignoring all these models
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Keep that ??? like ???
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Then I look at my Movado
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Hop in whip and then hit bottles
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See my shorty, then I cuddle
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I don't care if you think I'm cool
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Have the shoot with the pool
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I challenge fools and dudes
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And damage 'em, ??? cool
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A savage and stupid dude
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Who managed to cram in school
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A scavenger with no tool
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Who'll handle and ravage you
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Himanshu, how you rap about stacks and base now?
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Miss when you rapped on tracks 'bout John Basedow
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Now I'm spaced for days until my face pound
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I'm wild and dying, lying with my face down
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Killing Time
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