(Intro)
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Yuh
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Yo yo yo
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(Verse)
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Never said I was innocent, innocence
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I sense niggas too sensitive to see clear
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Sepia tones as photographic appear
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Piercing, pretty women stand from the peal
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Bon voyage, burn logs
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And the bonfire fire flies flyin in a glass jar
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It¡¯s limited, gotta live like my niggas did
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A chick in every city, I frequent bigger cribs
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Frequent flyer, sit, have a drink with liars
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Business hard to come by like music buyers
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Bias to a fault, 12 foot vault
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Veil to ceilings, ceilings I never call
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The dreams I never had be coming true
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I¡¯m true enough, it¡¯s nothing I much rather do
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Say your prayers, spend time with the fam
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Make some money and so you catch more flies
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Well honey, the fly love the sweet but how sweet it is
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Book a suite out in Sweden, Swedish cribs
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Some molly and bitches, we in Stockholm
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And back home, your own home is to throw stones
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I¡¯m prone automatic, react pragmatic
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Who said assassination ain¡¯t diplomatic?
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Madness, black jacks, dashboard-like cabinets
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Bad bitches, they knick pickin
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Nigga please no sadness, this hard work
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Them niggas never shovel the snow, a yard work
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So you could never know the effort it takes
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To chase a tornado, or measure a quake
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Bungled up for the winter, summertime money
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You say you catch more flies
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Well honey, the fly love the sweet but how sweet it is
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The fly love the sweet but how sweet it is
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Bungled up for the winter, summertime money
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You say you catch more flies
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Well honey, the fly love the sweet but how sweet it is
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Love the sweet but how sweet it is, it is
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(Outro)
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Yea, TCP
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Somewhere
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Somewhere far
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Yea
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Sepia Tone
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Willie The Kid |