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Home is a place inside myself, not a physical domicile
Love, hate, indifference, in this space we all float around
China doll crystalline, financiers and cappuccino raw cinnamon
Illin since Rubin and Simmons splitting Sicilians
Unlikely affiliates lemme tell you how it really is
Closet reptilian bitches be my Achilles
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Earth girls easy though mostly inferior
Turning brilliant corners, pitching quarters
I break em down in installments
Periodicals and volumes hoarded
Dead mans bally's I'm sporting
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Raw deal no embellishment
Im a young old nigga tryna remain relevant
Chalk it up to my heritage
Tryna get the scoop like pelicans
You J.v niggas better off pouring beverages
Kick my feet up 'fore I'm settled in
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Last call, she poured mine on the house
December 25th, he's the Grinch, I'm Oscar the Grouch
Magic eight-ball, "All signs point to no"
Chasing waterfalls, his grand summation
What does one say to that?
I sipped the yip with thoughts black
A bad trip like you gotta take the bus back
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Wishing he never fucked with it like crack
But if wishes were horses, beggars would ride
And I wouldn't be here nursing this sucker
Thinking bout getting high, motherfucker
If you nice like that then you better do it live
Dusty loop heavy bag drums
So never had a problem when it came time to run
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Slaughter Rule chop the heads off fools who refuse to punt
Words measured then cut with teeth
Unspooled into the city's last payphone
A young Larry Merchant, perched
Writer(s): C. Hall For Facemelt Music (bmi), D. Porter