| Earl on the beat
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| Tranquillity, yeah, is all I need, yeah
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| Transparency, yeah, is all I see, yeah
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| Yosemite where it needs to be, yeah
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| All of these wishes, yeah, they lead for me, yeah
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| Tranquillity, yeah, is all I need, yeah
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| Transparency, yeah, is all I see, yeah
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| I’m pouring my heart on a trap instrumental
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| I went through some shit that fucked up my mental
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| I went to the store and bought me a kettle
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| Uh, I went to the store and bought me a kettle
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I’m pouring my heart on a trap instrumental
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| I went through some shit that fucked up my mental
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| I went to the store and bought me a kettle
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| I got me some scores that I gotta settle
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| Bitches, they love me but none of that matters
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| They say that I’m famous, but none of that matters
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| Back to my life when they turn off the cameras
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| Shawty got ass but the ass can get fatter
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| They wanna talk, I don’t wanna catch up
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| I take my burger, no lettuce, just cheese
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| I order sauce, I order ketchup
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| I don’t show love to any police
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| She isn’t praying but she’s on her knees
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| Just got a call, deliver a three
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| Uh, guess that I’m shooting a three, this isn’t free
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| I got a fee, I wear some Gs
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| I spent some Gs, this isn’t cheap
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| My intuition can’t push me to greed
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| Always awake, I never sleep
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| This is the gram, my fam gotta eat
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| Ah, they don’t want no problems with me
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| I used to sit down at times to grieve
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| I used to serve up and sell up to Steve
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| It’s 40 degrees and I’m bringing the heat
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| Landing a line that might get me a piece
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| I’m not content, I’m not at peace
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| Look over my shoulder to see if I’m free
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| Circle my block many times before sleep
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| Copped a new batch, no receipts
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| I’m tryna make me a mill' in a week, shit
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| I’m tryna make me some mills like I’m Meek
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| Three sixty-five, I’m deprived of my sleep
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| Money to make, money in-heeps
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| Ganja to smoke, coming like trees
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| Some are alive, some are deceased
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| Some ain’t around, they lost inner peace
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| Karma’s a bitch, she’s working for me
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| Uh, yeah
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| Karma’s my bitch, she working for me, yeah
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| Tranquillity, yeah, is all I need, yeah
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| Transparency, yeah, is all I see, yeah
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| Yosemite where it needs to be, yeah
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| All of these wishes, yeah, they lead for me, yeah
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| Tranquillity, yeah, is all I need, yeah
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| Transparency, yeah, is all I see, yeah
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| Yosemite where it needs to be, yeah
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| All of these bitches, yeah, they leave for me, yeah
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| She give me faces, no poker (Tranquillity, yeah, is all I need, yeah)
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| Uh, uh, feds at the door and I straight (Transparency, yeah, is all I see, yeah)
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| Always keep back 'cause I ain’t rush (Yosemite where it needs to be, yeah)
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| Roll up a plain, I don’t smoke gunk
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| All of these bitches, yeah, they leave for me, yeah
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| A ship is safe in a harbour, that’s not what ships are for
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| Yeah, yeah, I never stayed a trapper, all on God (All on God)
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| Every day I leave my house, yeah, I come back with a fork (Back with a fork)
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| My little bruddah that shot up his friend, he ain’t givin' a fuck (Ain't givin'
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| a fuck)
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| Yeah, they were cool, yeah, yeah, it was just last year (Just last year)
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| I had some friends, yeah, yeah, that was lost last year (Lost last year) |