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