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Ay, one, two (Oh) One, two, yeah, one two One, two Product of my environment It was either death, jail, or selling Verizon Wireless I remember hearing the Talking Heads Gave me fear of the walking dead I ain't too strange to groove to Half 2 Chainz and YouTube Watching the Wu-Tang on Hulu Everything changed since Guru It was a couple odd things and loose change, but who knew Lupe really hated Royce? When I make a choicе, I'm a bunch of disjointed data points I'm a grown man with toddler habits I got it becausе my father had it Hella LA secrets hitting in Roger Rabbit Shang-Chi versus the water dragon This dark attraction's a monster magnet Kid was simple Simon 'cause of Mr. Simons I was either rhyming or vibing to Stone Temple Pilots In 2020, I was caught slippin' Auto Reverse is a business Updated the Terms and Conditions It's your turn to do the dishes Part of me wants a space Haunting me with the view The city is fucking loud It's telling me what to do It's telling me what to do It's telling me what to do The ghetto is fucking loud It's telling me what to do One, two Blank stare on my face where the emotions go Prolly chewing on shit I ain't supposed to know I lived my whole life on pins and needles Cop lawyers defending evil And I ain't out here bending people Motherfuckers just want permission to say nigga That's all it is I don't believe in nothing too strongly The brain computes wrongly I'm playing barefoot like Luc Longley Some people shouldn't go to Cali Eighteen seasons with no finale Usually find me below the valley We're chilling in Oakland and the surroundings Up in Jefferson, the citizens would like to tie a rope around me I'm kinda getting annoyed Either you're smitten or you didn't enjoy The hustle monster said get it and win I'm steady buying these invisible coins For all the hard shit I couldn't avoid I'm a dip for like a month or two I ain't tryin' to cook your comfort food Part of me wants a space Haunting me with the view The city is fucking loud It's telling me what to do It's telling me what to do It's telling me what to do The ghetto is fucking loud It's telling me what to do
Writer(s): Diamond D, Open Mike Eagle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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