| I’ve been smoking, browsing, looking at commercial spaces
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| Bones been saving, 'bout to crack the bank and make the place that we can make
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| shit
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| I’m gon' make sure we straight, with every check it’s half I’m stashing
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| Put that on myself, we better than well off, I promise you that shit
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| Use to camp for grams, working hand to cans
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| Pushing, pressing, printing, cashing for some rations when we can
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| Fuck is good? |
| The answer’s «Us»
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| Came from blunts of angel dust
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| Mudbog, hunt dogs on the trail
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| And you know that they looking for us, bitch, hurry up
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| Canvas face, oil features, Prussian blue inside my liter
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| Liquid white when I slice get bleeding
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| Legends every step we leading
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| Give you eyes to help you read
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| Lend you mine to help you see
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| The scenic route, the truth
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| The hidden path you thought there would never be
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| Look for me, you’ll never see
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| Only chance is in your dreams
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| Think of me before you sleep
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| And hope that leaches through the sheets
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| Mirror, mirror on the wall
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| One day you will show me me
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| 'Til then I will float around this house
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| And tell them all to leave
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| Leave, leave, tell them all leave
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| Leave, leave, tell them all leave
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| Leave, leave, tell them all leave
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| Please, don’t make me ask you twice
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| Please, I’m not gonna ask you nice
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| Please, don’t make me ask you twice
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| Please, I’m not gonna ask you nice
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| Frayed |