| Blang Horse, he told me
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| That’s the way back homie
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| I should go and forget the old me
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| He said that it ain’t you
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| If only music console me
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| Why am I dreaming of rollies
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| But I mean Just is the obi
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| You know we gon' make moves
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| In my room is a big ass elephant
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| And there’s my skeletons —
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| And mother fucker I’m selling 'em
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| It’s evident, I wouldn’t make it out alive
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| Without a Macbook, pad or pen
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| Either way I ended up face down in lines
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| On my ass again, I’m just blabbering
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| Nightmares of becoming anakin
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| Or even worse just like you, a mannequin
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| If you ain’t talking 'bout money it sound like mandarin
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| Atleast what I think that shit sound like
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| Get a little traction, now they all wanna sound bite
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| Drop a few flops, why not? |
| it makes it interesting
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| Can’t talk to my girl but lord knows I vent to them
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| I said damn, we came along way
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| I keep seeing all these things though
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| All I ever heard it was the wrong way
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| But the voices in my head telling me, «No»
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| They tellin' me, they tellin' me
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| They tellin' me, they tellin' me
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| They tellin' me, they tellin' me
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| They tellin' me, they tellin' me
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| You should see this view
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| You should see this view from here
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| You should see this view
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| You should see this view from here
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| Now, now, now, now, now
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| My songs seem to write themselves these days
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| Remember that last time I had nothin' to say? |
| Me neither!
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| I’m just tryna get my momma straight, riding in a beamer
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| Never thought I’d see my poppas face
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| He told me write to me
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| It’s on me, yeah it’s all on me
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| Don’t even try to call me
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| I changed my number, mother fucker
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| What’d you think this is?
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| When I’m on the floor you wanna take a piss
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| Now I’m top billing, wanna ask how I’m feeling?
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| Well how I’m feelin' is fuck your feelings!
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| I won’t stop this killing till I see a hundred millions
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| It ain’t about the money
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| It’s about breaking that ceiling
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| You can’t take that from me
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| Labels wanna see me bummy
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| Fuck you with ya low ball dealings
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| This that shit you can’t put a price on
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| I’m still worth billions without the right song
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| I’m 'bout to be these broken kids' icon
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| Is anybody home, man, I dont see no lights on?!
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| I said damn, we came along way
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| I keep seeing all these things though
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| All I ever heard it was the wrong way
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| But the voices in my head telling me, «No»
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| They tellin' me, they tellin' me
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| They tellin' me, they tellin' me
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| They tellin' me, they tellin' me
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| They tellin' me, they tellin' me
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| You should see this view
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| You should see this view from here
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| You should see this view
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| You should see this view from here
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| Now, now, now, now, now |