[Verse 1:]
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I'm never alone. It's me, myself in this misery
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Darkness despite the 5/8 gliterries
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Plug me in like I'm the new kinect, 360 XBOX
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Yeah, plug me in like I'm the new connect, slanging crack rock
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Under the influence, underrated. My booth a sweat shop,
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Hang towels and tank tops on my Sony C800.
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I could tell me to quit, enzymes rising in my liver.
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But that's where me and him differ, nigga. I am not a quitter
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Half the time mind's in the shitter. I'm in the clouds. I hit a spritzers.
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Most of us don't love to be givers, pretty swell listeners providing for those relying
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You can't define who you are. give fine line print refinement
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Motives for better timing. my motive's forever rhyming
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I open the forum for them. They're waiting for me to chime in
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And say what I say, Simon
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I'm debating if I should sign here
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2:]
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I'm never alone. It's me, myself, and my son
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I'm up before the sun for my son. That's my number one priority,
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Majority of people are minority. Underhanded, I understand it.
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Being taken advantage of ain't the best feeling is it? Nah
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The actions are found through anger [?] concealed [?]
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I'm trying to implement the simple shit, not hoping for episodes of incidents
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Which is prevalent without a settlement
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I'm heaven sent, hell bound, fresher than luxury with lemon scent
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And peppermints. Leather. Tints. Rev the 6 Series
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Beep the horn and see if she can hear a bitch clearly
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Make a bamboo earring got her name in cursive in the center
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A self-centered woman with no room for you to enter on her vagina agenda
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Got my name embedded, permanent henna
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I'll forget the times we had, will find another to resemble... her.
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There's always that somebody. could you possibly be that somebody that's uhh
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Watching learning scheming, turning tables.
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There's always somebody, there's always that
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Could possibly be that somebody behind your back
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Watching learning scheming, turning tables
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Watching learning scheming, turning tables
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Y'knamsayin?
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Nowadays you just gotta watch your back, baby
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I mean you gotta watch your back like you got two backs
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You feel me? Can't be trusting these motherfuckers.
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They all scheming, man. All they want is your motherfucking paper,
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your motherfucking talent, whatever you got.
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Don't give up your independence, nigga
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And your motherfucking mind and that's all you got, y'nahmean?
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Besides your work
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Alone
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Hodgy Beats |