Hallelujah, thank God I have a future
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Praying I don't waste it getting faded
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'Cause I'm smoking till I'm coughing up tar
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Through the surge, energy curve like a lumbar
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I don't act hard, I still read Babar
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Tripping' out, looking at a bunch of Google map stars, shit
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They got a app for that
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But me, I'm still trapped inside my head, I kinda feel like it's a purgatory
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So polite and white, but I got family who would murder for me
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Think I'm living paradise, what would I have to worry 'bout?
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Dealing with these demons, feel the pressure, find the perfect style
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Making sure my mom and dad are still somewhat in love
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All these backfires of my experiments with drugs
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And I experience the touch of my epiphany in color form
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The difference between love and war inform me I'm above the norm
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Give me anybody, though, I'll gladly chew his face off, them bath salts
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Rhyming like it's summertime on asphalt, hot
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Haven't picked a major label, think I'm black balled
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I still don't got the heart to pick my phone up when my dad calls
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Will he recognize his son when he hears my voice?
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I put this music against my life, I think I fear the choice
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And I don't know what I'm running from, but I'm running still
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I conversate with acquaintances, but it's nothing real
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I'm from a city that you hear and think a bunch of steel
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So a hundred mills wouldn't make me sign a fucking deal
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Money kills, that's the truth, it's called the root of evil
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But I want that Rolls Royce that the homie Lennon drove
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So, if you don't talk about some money I'mma send you home
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Unconventional, special but unprofessional
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Adolescent expression that's letting me meet these centerfolds
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As troubles fill my mind capacity, I let them go
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If I was Johnny Depp in Blow, I would let it snow
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That's just me all whiling out and being extra, though
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And, if God was a human it'd be yours truly
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Watching horror movies with some foreign groupies, thinking this decor suits me
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I do drugs to get more loopy, I'm in tune to ancient jujitsu spirituals, it's blissful
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Looking out as far as eyes can see
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I'm glad that me and this elevation could finally meet
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I think I'm JFK's final speech
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They try assassinating all of my beliefs
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But I'm asleep so whisper to me for the peace of mind
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And he be high some weed to grind on top a Jesus shrine
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Twenty thousand on my watch 'cause I needed time
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If y'all would leave me the fuck alone, that'd be divine
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Can't decide if you like all the fame
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Three years ago to now it's just not the same
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I'm looking out my window, ashing on the pane
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Wonder if I lost my way
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Don't you ever wanna hide away
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Side and triumph in the eyes of rain
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Won't give a fuck about tomorrow if I die today
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I'll greet the devil with a smiling face
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Shit, that God fell on me, reside in space
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As, time's a wasting I'm freebasing with freemasons
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My girl's switching the locks, the keys keep changing
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Dreaming of places my own personal creations
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If death a party in heaven, I plan to leave wasted
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Retracing my steps way back to biblical times
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We all gonna end up meeting at the finishing line
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The Star Room
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