| How can you tell
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| What’s wrong from right and right from wrong?
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| I got nothing
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| You said that you would lift me up but you keep bringing me down
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| You said that you would lift me up but you keep bringing me down
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| You’re not so worth my hand
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| I’m goin' global so I might as well
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| Talk to the one I love and tell her that she fine as hell
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| Dusk to the dawn I wanna bite her tail but how I write a tale
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| Might as well flock a feather, anythin' else, I got myself to follow
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| I thought I told you I won’t slip into the depths of the silo
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| The best today gets swept away to set us up for tomorrow
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| I been the best, so notice my day harder
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| My condo follow while they wallow while the bottles get swallowed
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| I’m into finer things, not just these diamond rings
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| Focus and open your mind without the shine to get explained
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| We set to blow like Nagasaki, drop a bomb on the game
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| We set to blow like Nagasaki, drop a bomb on the game, we up
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| Coast to coast been over doin' the most
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| Raise a toast to my family, know when I stay afloat
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| They been round since an embryo, never could let me go
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| Tryna prevail with empty hopes
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| How can you tell
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| What’s wrong from right and right from wrong?
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| I got nothing
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| You said that you would lift me up but you keep bringing me down
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| You said that you would lift me up but you keep bringing me down
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| You’re not so worth my hand
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| Yeah, we all got goals that we wanna fulfill
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| Wonderful feelings in your soul when we accomplish, what we wanted for real
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| Often I feel my only vote is gettin' lost in a rip
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| Locked and conceal, I kept my feelings, though my conscience reveal
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| I got a heart of steel, still, I’m not the run of the mill
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| Another starvin' artist strivin' to harvest a meal
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| I’m tired of feelin' like I’m doggin' a pill
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| They still don’t got an appeal
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| Like pushin' flowers in the heart of the field
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| But fuck the grapevine, I’m gettin' it, fuck the vineyard
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| Haters chop my image up, shootin' on cue like billiards
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| We sippin' saxon, whippin' the casket out to Saks Fifth
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| Famished to end this famine, damn, I had to live it lavish
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| All I want’s a hundred million dollars and a bad bitch
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| Rigid rap has my fingers reap the kinda cabbage
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| Catch me creasin' through actors, I beastin' and never fastin'
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| Fuck livin' in your means, believe I passed the gatherage
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| How can you tell
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| What’s wrong from right and right from wrong?
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| I got nothing
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| You said that you would lift me up but you keep bringing me down
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| You said that you would lift me up but you keep bringing me down
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| You’re not so worth my hand
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| You’re not so worth my hand |