My arms are always Your always rollin' And they and you can't control it What you want, you want, emotion? My are always open Your fears rollin' And they deep and you can't it you want, what you want, emotion?
I need a step out no frustration I need a permanent vacation got a permanent hit-list my nigga A million reasons to get my nigga did it right
I could've been I thought I moved too often, for the Summer I could've homeless I had to go, I had a course
A reasons to get rich, my nigga A million to get rich, my nigga A reasons to get rich, my nigga
My still dry snitchin' whenever they touch the mic what happens when a therapist isn't somewhere in sight Take flight, never lean to the left or the 'Cause they turn the other cheek our niggas start to die When our women start to die, when our start to die I don't feel the empathy, we made the too many times Every summer in this city start to feel Columbine 'Cause you got to get yours, and I got to get One for the paragons of the paradigm When you underground, nigga try to undermine Use the track as a gymnasium to get the stadium They couldn't match my alien, I'm like uranium
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on my pinky ring, smelling like chrysanthemum I just that, I just want that, I just want that, I just want that Tuggin' on my pinky ring, like chrysanthemum I just want that, I just want that, I just that, I just want that Tuggin' on my ring, smelling like chrysanthemum I just that, I just want that, I just want that, I just want that
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