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95 lines
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I'm too cynical
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a simple individual
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just trying to make residual
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my momma says that I'm too critical
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I used to be the kid that
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everybody else was mocking
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I started rapping cause
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nobody listened when I'm talking
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we were the niggas munching paki in class
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and now we drunk off sake
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while she dropping her ass
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sip sip
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my mouth is bleeding
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you can see it
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drip from my lower lip
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I don't give a shit
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I just need a hit
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please get off my dick tip
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Picture Perfect, cam and char
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but you know who it is
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two kids, one midi
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oh you never heard of 'em
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shit no kidding
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everybody stand
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Imma stay sitting in the city
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that i swear is out to get me
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so when I die no one forget me
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the song is setting
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curtains closed
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everybody had a home
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and I got nowhere to go
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my mum in California
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my sister moved to Florida
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it seems like yesterday
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I was begging her for some quarters
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to buy a soda from a machine
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that don't exist no more
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cause they went and tore it up
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this ain't no Comine this ain't Midoria
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this is Cam Bolden
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everything I say is all the shit that
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I beholding in my heart, in my brain
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you all know, I feel insane
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I'm out of time, I'm out of mind
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but when my fam call
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I tell them that I feel fine
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cause I don't wanna freak em out
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but if they hear this song they gone be freaked out
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I'm sorry mum I'm not a liar
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I'm just a kid with some weed and a lighter
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jokes I smoked once and had a panic attack
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when I got home
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but I ain't tell my niggas that
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keep my hands in my motherfucking pockets
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when I'm walking
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locked to the sidewalk like a cyclops
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momma told me keep my head held high
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I told her sorry momma
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I can never be that guy
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so Imma let the beat ride
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Fuck
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Empty verses, always lurking
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Picture Perfect, is it worth it?
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if I die will any niggas be hurting
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I know y'all tired of the sad shit
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but that's just who I am
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so you're just going to have to look past it
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and sit the fuck down
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shut the fuck up
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I'm tired of these niggas
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trying tell me what's up
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bitch I'm whats up
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bitch I'm that guy
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I'm that nigga with the fire in his eyes
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so Imma let that fucking beat ride
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Fuck
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I'm always losing myself, losing myself,
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losing myself, inside my mind
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don't run away and hide
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from all the feelings you provide
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I'm always losing myself, losing myself,
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losing myself, inside my mind
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don't run away and hide
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from all the feelings you provide
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I'm always losing myself, losing myself,
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losing myself, inside my mind
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don't run away and hide
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from all the feelings you provide
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___________________
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Name DENIM
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Artist PICTURE PERFECT
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Album ep2
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