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******my pet peeve is a camera in my face |
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have you ever heard of personal space? |
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i walk around town in a hoodie and some shades |
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but now they startin to recognize the shades |
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even if you hate me, you would trade |
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you would live this life too cause i got it made |
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i like my bed made, soon enough, ill have a maid |
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when i buy a house, every surface gon be suede |
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but for now, i got a concierge downstairs |
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all my neighbors are gray-haired |
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they dont recognize me and i dont think they care |
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but my postmates cant believe that i stay here (fuck) |
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i wanna go back to kentucky and shut down the state fair |
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visit my old teachers and tell em to take care |
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i might take a whip instead of payin the plane fare |
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i still remember the way there |
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aint a girl in my hometown i cant have now |
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buy a building in cash, aint puttin half down |
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the hate used to get to me, i just laugh now |
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yeah, they fuckin with jack now |
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look how they act now |
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look how they act now |
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look how they act now |
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look how they act now |
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they fuckin with jack now, they fuckin with- |
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mmm, pshh |
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baby, im comin home, i know the kids miss me |
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i need some time with my friends to sip whiskey |
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i spent the last twelve months locked in |
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but tonight, im content with existing |
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2015, we was on that pen griffey |
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i wanted what he had, but the shoes didnt fit me |
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now the city with me and i got the kids listening |
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and im a smooth operator by instinct |
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word to sade, walkin round broad day |
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like hey, with the windows down, im on broadway |
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and it was just a day ago, i was in daygo like the damn padres |
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now im at my grandparents lettin my grandpa say |
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what he wants to say |
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cause nowadays, im in the paper once a day |
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and it aint always positive, its a bunch of things |
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but fuck it, man, i done graduated from younger days |
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and if i aint runnin things, soon, ill be runnin things |
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im an artist, man, you just make fun of things |
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im the hardest, man, yall dont know what to say |
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this albums a museum, so please dont touch a thing |
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its okay to give me props, dont make it such a pain |
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its okay to give me top, dont make it such a thing |
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dont get offended if we met and i say, "whats your name?" |
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i been flyin round the country for three hundred days |
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but i aint bout to justify how i adjust to fame |
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fuck the fame, from the jump, we aint been cut the same |
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i got so much, but i still think about whats unobtained |
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never been the type for wantin things |
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i want power (i want power) |
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i want my life to speed up a couple miles per hour |
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i want my dogs to know that this shit is ours |
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i want respect, i dont want flowers |
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i know they gon quote this |
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the flow dont make no sense, the pocket is potent |
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it used to be potential, but now its some grown shit |
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damn, that boy floatin, he treat them beats like they oceans |
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all these people wanna greet like we old friends |
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i aint holdin back, tell the media, "hold this" |
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i know i said i miss you, but i secretly dont miss |
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i got stories and im bringin em home with me |
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(gangsta) |
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