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it spin
I'm from the city where they
Sold out the residents
Larenz Tate
Face paint
Dead presidents
James Brown
Arsenio in the trunk
Jimi wit the semi

knows-it 
You are probably baffled thinking "where is he going"
Well I'm supercalifragilisticexpialidocious 

With my intelligence I'm scaling up to new

knowing good from rotten

You're telling me

When something new pops up every day

You're telling me

It's only new, though, for now

Nouveau

of this, it just gets too much for me
All these voices, you know? 
I'm tired of hearing these two going at it
I just want some silence
How may I do that? 
I

whatever you say, you do, all the insults you can shout
All the ways you can throw dirt at my name, we both know what you're going through
And we both know

fully until
You're actually in that position yourself
(Until you're actually in
That position yourself)

You can always learn better by
Doing it

standing there
Far out into the races

You know I love you but I
Know it only too well
And in the moment I know your
Soul is like an echo burning from

sink

If you can't get what I'm saying, and you say 'It's Greek to me
You know what? You're quoting Shakespeare
If you ever suffered from 'Green-eyed

belong to you
Fire from my heart, burning just for you
When you're far away, I'm in love with you
Feelings are so high, what can I do?
You belong to me, I

the prophet, aint nun minor
Looking for your bitch, then with me is where you'll find her
Hit her shit from the back with her leg on the recliner
Now you're

have agendas
Poking at your sore spots to get attention, it's a business
Do you know who makes the memes, where you basing your basic themes?
White

know someday, somehow
You're coming to life, you're coming to life
Tonight
And you're gonna fall from the ladder again,
again
again
again
If I'm rebel

of old injustices came play-by-play
That dream last night, that was one big hit
From a subconscious tryna break into the rest of my shit
Breaking into my

They popin with them botty cheeks
So u know how the crew move
We in the bag like some guru
So we don’t care what fool do
Typa shit ain’t no new new
I’m

em
Yeah yeah yeah
Baby I can’t even tell you what I’m really on
Scandal litty so they asking where my jiggas from
Kojo funds yeah you know my shawty

margarita, she's from Reseda
I said, "I'm from wherever you're going tonight"

Yeah, drinking after dark, that's when she stole my heart
She knew my

are, but be sure that whoever you are is who you show
Get a tour in my head, but I don't know wha'ts the main
I'm stucked in a maze, I'm not surprsied by

your love's too good to be true
My guilty pleasure, I ain't going nowhere
Baby, 'long as you're here, I'll be floating on air 'cause you're my
You can

gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges?
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied

about pain
What you know about lust
(Lust lust lust lust)
What you know about tears
What you know about us
(What you know)
Do you know what I love
I'm

you calling it and telling me what it is
Now, I know what you're hoping, but I can't do it
I'm still not okay with you chewing with your mouth open

I'm

understand where you're coming from with that,
But it's not about the therapist; it's about the therapy.

[Verse 3]
'Cause I'm a piece of fucking shit it ain’t

body's trying to understand it
I'm just like you, not knowing where this is going but I like the sound of it
I'm speaking it out, laying it down
Just

you're feeling?
Nobody gives a shit
Nobody even knows who you are
Hide the pain

Escape from the race by slowing it down
Escaping the water by learning