| A bit more time till I get that sign that tells me I can go
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| Evolution the solution, heres some tickets to my show
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| Escape this in case you can’t identify my flow
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| Gotta wake up and make my take of this forsaken word
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| Fitted cap on ready to get my night on
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| A-life grey covering' up my toes, feline' double oh seven
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| Sneaking up in the darkness, showin' up is the hardest
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| I’m alarming, the door kicks open
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| I see my boys and some kush gettin' smoked in
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| In and out the door, ate a bit, refrigerator with the 40s
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| Priority of tonight is unite us
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| Hear the rhythm and bump
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| Fall in love with the funk
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| Let us hand off the vibe to you
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| Hands up high if you want it
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| Give me nothin' I’ma write a song
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| Give a shit what outsider’s on
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| Never have and I won’t stop
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| You can tell me anything you want
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| Even, thinkin' about, and drinkin' that
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| Shit from last night, I can’t do it
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| Weak stomach, spendin' cash on the rum and the drugs
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| Even if the stocks have plummeted
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| To the ground, compensation with a good time
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| And it sounds like you gotta go, no more time for me
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| It’s like a rhino muy thai fighting a freak
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| But then I jolt awake, bout to break, headache stronger than the power of fate
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| And I remember back, it goes
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| 1 shot, 2 shot, 3 shot, all the way to ten like Lil Jon’s living in the back of
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| my head
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| Then the blackening begins, sins were happenin' like the rapture being captured
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| again
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| My brain process got lost
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| One, two, three
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| Scream out loud
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| Fighting for you
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| I said we fight for the youth
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| (The Reach, aha! Yeah!) |