We young and lost, living by different laws
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Baby, baby, baby
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We lifting off, drifting off, getting crossed
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Faded, faded, faded
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Life consist of living
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Dreaming and dying no denying
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So sometimes I indulge
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In experimenting and trying
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New things get high
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And visit all the places that I've been
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Without moving mind traveling
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No time happening tapping in
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Never tapping out
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What you rapping bout?
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Problem, where the mollys?
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Pass'em out till we passing out
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Maxine out with a pretty thing
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Hit her with a bit of game
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Did she give me brain?
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I forgot, last night we could of done anything
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I'm living so lawless
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Trying to keep it all the way righteous
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But a nigger ain't flawless
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Crack it, sprinkle it all up in her
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Drank, the liquor dissolves it
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Oh shit, she getting it started
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My niggers some smokers
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Her friends alcoholics now we all lit
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All the drugs mixed in our system
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We feel the difference
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Blurry visions, perception twisted
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We went the distance
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In love we live in moments
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Where I would've felt resistance
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Now welcomes me in
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I basically melted in it man
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Natural blondes dropping N bombs
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But I ain't tripping
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Puffin' that bomb and
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Tipping that Dom
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What I've been sippin?
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I hit this bad broad named Molly
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And she paid a visit
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The way we live it specific
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Faded, is it?
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Twist it sip it twist it sip it
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Twist it, sip it, is it time to wake up?
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Is it, twist it, sip it, twist it, sip it
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Twist it, is it time to wake up?
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Can't expect a man that's this high
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To not show emotions
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I'm quick to flash like cameramen
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But never losing focus
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The ignorance inside a genesis
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I had to learn to cope with
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So I use my mind to grow my grind
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Without ever doing hoe shit
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Like French straddling,
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Dick riding shit jump, no fist pump
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Just stand tall, no switch siding
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Mountaintop, my clique climbing
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Fly we unparalleled
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I parasail, I'm ziplining, yellin
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Fuck pussies with a ripped condom
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When I fuck pussies need a big condom
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Cause it's bout to be on
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All that scared shit, stop it girl
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Get ready to pop it
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Cause them things almost gone
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And it ain't about knowledge
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But it's like college
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Shit, I'm all in my zone
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When I'm baling
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Old bitches begin me to call'em
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Enemies just pray that we stall'em
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What?
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No Twitter but if it's on we at it
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When I'm molly-popping
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Everybody dropping
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My thoughts start getting erratic
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And I told Mann that one yam
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Wanted him to hit, so he bat it
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And knocked it out the park
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Knocked it out the park
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I grabbed a glove and snagged it
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Natural blondes dropping N bombs
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But I ain't tripping
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Puffin' that bomb and
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Tipping that Dom
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What I've been sippin?
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I hit this bad broad named Molly
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And she paid a visit
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The way we live it specific
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Faded, is it?
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Twist it sip it twist it sip it
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Twist it, sip it, is it time to wake up?
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Is it, twist it, sip it, twist it, sip it
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Twist it, is it time to wake up?
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We young and lost, living by different laws
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Baby, baby, baby
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We lifting off, drifting off, getting crossed
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Faded, faded, faded
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We young and lost, living by different laws
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Baby, baby, baby
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We lifting off, drifting off, getting crossed
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Faded, faded, faded
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Crossfaded
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Mann |