| Singin' in the rain, dealin' with the shame
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| Singin' in the rain, dealin' with the shame
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| Singin' in the rain, dealin' with the shame
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| Quicksand my brain, it’s like I’m sinkin' in the pain
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| I sleep all day so I be woke all night
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| The second BONES come around, watch how they walk on thin ice
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| I kick nice raps and rhymes
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| That’s all that I like
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| But I had my fair share now, cause I’m at a new point in my life
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| Why you droolin' over some bitch?
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| We makin' these hits
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| That microphone in my fist has paid for all of this shit
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| You see the whip, the house, the jewels, and clothes
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| But you don’t see the inside of my mind when the door closed
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| I clam up, slam shut, and keep to myself
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| And there’s a reason for that
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| Look at the world we livin' in
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| One look around will have you for sure feelin' me
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| My infamy is difference, see
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| I’m on a new frequency
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| That only a few can pick up
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| Attention all MCs, step to me, get ripped up
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| Knock, knock, who’s there?
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| It’s the man with the plan
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| It’s the corpse with the flows bringin' you to an end
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| Knock, knock, who’s there?
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| It’s the man with the plan
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| It’s the corpse with the flows bringin' you to an end
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| Yeah
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| Singin' in the rain, dealin' with the shame
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| Singin' in the rain, dealin' with the shame
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| I alienate myself from those who love me
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| Loco still, my social skills is rusty
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| Slayer like Buffy
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| My focal point is
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| Stayin' on track like a locomotive
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| And if I do crash, whether off or on purpose
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| I fake my death, move away, and never resurface
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| I’m the resurgence every time that the drought hits
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| Lord BONES turn a tap into a fountain
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| Lost track of the classics
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| I’ve dropped, I’m done countin'
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| They live off the flows, I give 'em just like allowance
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| Gettin' too big for their britches, it’s time to hammer
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| Got the underground on lock, I am the deadbolt
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| Dead shit, buckshot, locked on your head, bitch
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| Peepin' Tom motherfuckers lookin' over hedges
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| That’s just life for the original
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| No employee, got our own business now
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| Singin' in the rain, dealin' with the shame
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| Singin' in the rain, dealin' with the shame |