| Why I keep on getting high, yeah
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| That’s why I keep on getting high, yeah
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| Die, so we celebrate the dead
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| And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder
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| One of the four beasts saying, «Come and see»
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| And I saw, and behold, a white horse
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| Regular kid from the hood, doing whatever I could
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| My mama deserve to live good, comfortable
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| I’m just hoping that the reaper don’t come for me
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| Not yet, my future look bright, the past look dim
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| Noticing him with the cross on his chest
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| Ready for war, no secret is kept
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| Silence the 9, just a matter of time, mind over matter
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| Matter of fact, nobody matter but mine
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| Matter of fact, nobody taking what’s mine, I work hard
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| Fuck bars, fuck what you sayin', if nobody feel you, nobody payin'
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| Nobody sayin' to stop, but everyone ain’t gonna pop, that’s truth
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| No gimmick, all real, some money will give that appeal
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| More money will give that appeal, my niggas ain’t cuttin' no deals
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| Four letters give niggas the chill, life we chose, we don’t bitch
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| We do that crime, we don’t snitch, take that time, head up high
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| Kiss our daughters, tell son «bye,» tell our mothers
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| I’ll be back, this ain’t forever
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| The pain still remain, we can’t predict weather
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| I’m happy I’m grieving, my heart still broke
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| But so is my pockets, rich off hope
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| And that’s all I got, so, so, go hard or go home
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| Everybody wanna die, so we celebrate the dead
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| Everybody wanna die, so we celebrate the dead
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| That’s why I keep on getting high, yeah
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| That’s why I keep on getting high, yeah
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| Everybody wanna die, so we celebrate the dead
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| Everybody wanna die, so we celebrate the dead
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| That’s why I keep on getting high, yeah
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| That’s why I keep on getting high, yeah
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| Yeah, be silent in our solitude which was not loneliness
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| For then, the spirits of the dead who stood in life before thee are again
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| And death around thee and there will, shall overshadow thee
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| Be still, the night, though queer, shall frown
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| And the stars shall not look down from their high thrones in the Heaven
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| What’s life like hope to mortal given?
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| But they’re red orbs without being, to thy weariness shall seem
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| As a burning and a fever, it would cling to thee forever
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| Everybody wanna die, so we celebrate the dead
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| Everybody wanna die, so we celebrate the dead
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| And I just keep on getting high, yeah
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| And I just keep on getting high, yeah
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| ‘Cause everybody wanna die, so we celebrate the dead
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| Everybody wanna die, so we celebrate the dead
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| And I just keep on getting high, yeah
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| And I just keep on getting high, yeah |