| Leave you torn and distressed like Hollister jeans
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| Fuck you and who supports you, they lying through their teeth
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| I’ma take 'em to the woods, I’ma show 'em how to eat
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| I bathe in the smoke, I lay in the leaves
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| The only reason that these pussies wanna say they don’t breathe
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| Everybody wanna be dead, but they don’t wanna die
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| Everybody wanna be us, but I do the same, I ain’t gonna lie
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| I packed the backpack, got up on the last flight
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| Red eye, black blunts, landed in my next life
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| Detroit, straight to L-A-X
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| Still got pebbles in my shoes from the place I left
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| Everybody that I knew is either dead or almost
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| How I see it is, I was owed the coast
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| I’ve been cold too long, I’ve been nice too little
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| Such a combination making one bad thing for children
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| SESH
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| I make 'em freeze like Cabella’s
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| When I come around, I don’t know how you could be jealous
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| I make 'em freeze like Cabella’s
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| When I come around, I don’t know how you could be jealous
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| Never go slow, smart, slide when the flow start
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| You don’t wanna see these eyes in the dark
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| You don’t wanna feel these hands in the night
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| Veins breaking out my skin, like
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| Like knives in the fight, like kids in the street
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| Like tears down my face when I don’t got shit to eat
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| When I’m sitting in my bed when I don’t wanna leave
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| When I really need some water but I don’t got a key
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| I don’t… I don’t really have a… I’m at my pad
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| I make 'em freeze like Cabella’s
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| When I come around, I don’t know how you could be jealous
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| I make 'em freeze like Cabella’s
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| When I come around, I don’t know how you could be jealous |