[Intro]
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Yeah, H.B., uhh
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[Hodgy Beats]
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God said I'm great, thou shall not hate
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So I love everybody beefin with me like steak
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I chase after cake while your girl lick the icing
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She go both ways, like she motorcycling
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without the motor, so she bicycle
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(Taco) in her mouth while she ride (Pickles)
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I kick push, nigga, my Hodg' fickle
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If you contemplate suicide - fuck it; I'ma die with you
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I'd rather eat glass than squeeze and pull the trigger
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Call a competition to see, who's the cooler nigga
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I'm ice cold - similar to frozen
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Got a nice flow (nice flow) similar to golden
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I'm like a goldfish, we all the same color
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I'm just like your brother or significant other
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I work hard to provide grub on the table
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Turn impossible to possible, if I'm able to
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[Chorus]
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I must be dreamin, yeah
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I said I must be dreamin - why?
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I must be dreamin - heh
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I must be dreamin - nigga wake up!
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[Hodgy Beats]
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I just turned legal and she must have turned evil
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Life's a practice so I'm on the court shootin free throws
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Cause when the game come, is when the rain come
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When it rains it pours, I wonder when the fame come
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I'ma be writin to an instrumental, different snares, same drums
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Bangin 'til I'm dry, and my brain's numb
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Fuck another computer clap, I need a snare
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It sound like I'm smackin on the ass while I'm pullin on her hair
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I don't think she like it, the way that she stare
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but I continue with my program because I don't care (FUCK HER!)
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I'm so damn tight, like a fat nigga in skinnies
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or a hoochie chick, with her skirt extra skimpy
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Music is (Ren) motherfucker I'm (Stimpy)
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Pimpin the game, never let the game pimp me
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Like a pimp squeak on 6th Street, tryin to play the slot
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If there's money involved best believe I'm gon' take your spot
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[Chorus]
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Damn... now? Damn, uhh
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Damn wake up nigga!
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I must be dreamin, wake up nigga, wake up (wake up!)
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Ay, I must be dreamin - ay nigga get up man
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Wake up, get up man!
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[Hodgy Beats]
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I'm Tarzan on the mic, Odd Future the gorillas
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Niggaz do it for the fame, when I do it for the children
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Takin over runnin the game, like a fuckin pilgrim
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Knockin down the huts, in the Ranger for some buildings
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Grippin the grain, yeah my grain's ingrained
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I chase dreams I can't stop it, understand what you mean
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I'm busy on the scene while you tryin to be seen
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We all have addictions and, I'm the type that fiends
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Not the type that schemes and plays people like a cello
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The mellow hella ghetto runnin free in the meadows
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I picture me framed countin hundreds, in a falsetto
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Instead of a chick opening up like, rose petals
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I trust no one, sittin with my lonesome
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No congo drums, Tyler kicked another sample
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Beatin so hard that your motherfuckin amp blows
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Hustlers on the corner, and (The Lady and The Tramp) knows
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Nigga!
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[Tyler, the Creator]
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Forever, yeah
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Hodgy Beats, Tyler the Creator
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Yeah
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Like, umm, G
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You fuckin next man
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You the golden boy in this rap shit
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Don't let these motherfuckers tell you any different
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Odd Future, peace
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Customized Greatly
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Hodgy Beats |