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Sometimes I 
Sometimes its 
Sometimes its 
Aye 
Sometimes I don't recognize myself in the mirror 
Eye lash act like wind shield wipers 
Peripheral I see a storm what the wind speed like
Top spinning bright lights blink in the distance like Morris code  
Car parked eighty five thousand miles on my dashboard 
I've been moving like a kid getting hair cut 
Dripping sauce like my aura a gusher 
Gosha bottoms you'd catch a gust from my window while we blowing clouds 
Just then 

My mother called make sure I'm living wearing clean socks 
I'm walking miles while the north star guide me 
Standing flaccid on a stoop my actions are fragmented 
Burning loose ends and my ego aint trying to stop me 
But these clones forcing characters they reading from a teleprompter 
Trust falling on palms of vermin in shifty areas 
I'm confident i'll find a space like new home owners 
I hone in and scavenge waste mans I'm real bone picking 
Uhh 

Im moving through empty street like when dawn strikes 
When its desolate I feel like the city is mine 
Boot click 
I used school as an excuse to state hop when I was trailblazing 
I heard from a sheep the brands hot
I got a new trick in progress 
You was hooked on chronic 
I was hooked on phonics 
Tryna find my vision 
Learned my legacy deeper than profit 
Sacrificing art to pocket change 
Showed the price of a dollar 
Earned a pretty penny 
Crazy how that currency function 
Sleep like a dead man 
But I'm living like I'm running from something 
Rushing to do something illegal 
Don't value timing for nothing 
Finessed into someone 
To change a life the burden is heavy 
When convos bore like a pendulum 
I tread rock steady but thats when 

My mother called make sure I'm living wearing clean socks 
I'm walking miles while the north star guide me 
Standing flaccid on a stoop my actions are fragmented 
Burning loose ends and my ego aint trying to stop me 
But these clones forcing characters they reading from a teleprompter 
Trust falling on palms of vermin in shifty areas 
I'm confident i'll find a space like new home owners 
I hone in and scavenge waste mans I'm real bone picking 
Uhh 

Im moving like a kid getting hair cut 
Warm breeze slap my cheek like when mamma mad 
Distance turned some friends into wack jobs 
But its still a whole lot of gang shit

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