| Wicked-minded and kind-hearted
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| Aiming for entertainment, then you picked a fine target
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| Nothing normal or regular here
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| In a world of rectangles and squares
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| Regular spheres are what I’ve grown to revere and respect
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| They neglect the rules and lines drawn
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| Mid-chaos boss, they managed to find calm
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| Met with a kiss of death and managed to find tongue
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| Sex with a chick is next to perfect when mind’s young
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| Idolize a single moment of pleasure
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| Cohesive in the sheets, let’s keep this moment together
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| And if I make you leak, promise me you’ll pull my lever
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| To release all of the feelings that I suppressed indefinitely
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| Effortlessly my mind travels to times past
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| Finding revelation at bottom of wine glasses
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| All I had in my pocket, a condom, a dime, chapstick, and a pad
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| Travel the city when lines pass, that’s free
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| Paid too much for that, get your money back
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| Kickin' back, sippin' up on some Honey Jack
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| Full glasses, it’s 'bout to be a mummy wrap
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| Off the Honey Jack, Honey Jack
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| Brown liquor
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| Off that Honey Jack
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| Okay
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| Clear for the turn up, brown for the mellow
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| Cinnamon for the punch, stir it, call it Canelo
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| Don’t take shots, just pour a glass and let go
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| The third one’ll probably have you bent like an elbow
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| Since in the ghetto
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| There’s a liquor store on every corner
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| It’s easy like tea in a kettle
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| Caffeine dreams, model chicks in stilettos
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| Mainstream love pull your strings like Gepetto
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| Jell-O backbone, she wax on, tryna shine
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| When she only hit your line for good times and Amaretto
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| Good wine is cool, but that whiskey’ll have you feelin' old-school
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| Record spinnin', Chopin on the cello
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| DeLorean, way ahead of your time
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| Sippin' some shit that settle your mind rather than have you laid out
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| On your knees at the porcelain throne prayed out
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| Don’t overdo your fade, all that kind of shit is played out
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| Todo lo que estaba haciendo en la universidad esto que preperarse
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| Ayy, bro, Smoke already lit, my nigga, don’t give this nigga nothing, nigga
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| Pour me up a drink, pour me up a drink, nigga
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| Bitch, I’m in the mood, fuck 'bout what you think, nigga
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| Ho, I’m who I’m is, fuck 'bout what you ain’t, nigga
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| Your shit is easy, I do just what you can’t, nigga
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| You bent if you think I ain’t straighter than a plank
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| And if you wanna push the issue, say it in my face
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| And I promise I won’t dismiss you, I’ma entertain
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| For a college nigga with knowledge, I’m a bit deranged
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| They thought a nigga left the hood and chose a different lane
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| I left the hood to rearrange how we approach the game
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| But that exposure got me feelin' like the odds is stacked against us
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| Systematic oppression, we just servants indentured
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| Politicians retire while we work 'til we in dentures
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| They kill our black heroes and then just give us one Avenger
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| Wakanda forever, my nigga
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| More like pour me a drink, I wonder what kind of liquor
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| And on the saxophone, we have
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| My big bro
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| Terrace Martin |