The city outside, is nothing but a flicker now
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You see our friends to bed, you turn out the lights
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I start to think you'll make a beautiful mother, I
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I like to think I have everything I want from this life
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My life is your amusement, therapy is music
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I'm a carousel of kerosene, don't you get this dude lit
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Illuminati not, I dropped my bridges down
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I will illuminate the sky, full moon though
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June coming, due weather, el diablo
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But always seven hallelujas when I meet my mama
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I ain't with the talking, I call them seven digits
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How they come up quicker than prisoners getting conjugal visits?
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As god as my witness I'ma talk to these niggas
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It's not a problem partner, get you some guap, but they listen
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And all of us gifted, nigga, all of us gifted
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I just toss sylabes about as hard as harvard admission
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Know that lyric is that zuckenberg thought
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Is that fuck the world riding algorithm with that flow
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About to have a trick of soul, glad to give you niggas hope
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Still it's hardly number one like I am passing kidney stones
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Hold up, now it's coming to subliminals
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Cause all their women feel me leaving flem upon my genitals
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Getting dollars, don't get shot up, you caught up interscope
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They say the music business can lure a 100% of you, that's what's up
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Wonder why I'm stingy with love
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I'd rather give up a kidney, a bone marrow than trust
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Alone drunk as fuck, huh, need me a blunt, huh
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Need me some girls, that's word to lena and jud, I'm high
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And for once there is nothing up my sleeve
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Just some scars from a life that used to trouble me
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I used to run at first sight of the sun
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Now I lay here waiting for you to wake up.
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Sight Of Sun
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