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Mm mm Mm mm Mm mm Yeah eh Mm mm mm Mm mm (Hm) Mm mm (Yeah) Hashtag mood bruv (Kmt) Fuck it Minds fucked, fucking up but I don't mind Said it once before, pleasing every one but mine So now I want mine, tryna' blow your mind So I stuck that C4 to my dreams, cloud mine Hm Visionary views No surprise I had amnesia with it too Really wanna' do this but my hearts being a fool 'Coz I had to do what's wrong, to get right up in my shoes, but Days are getting stressful I don't say too much, drown it out, like Deadpool Swimming in my dreams and my sorrows like it's dreadful When really all I had to do was call and say I love you I love you So Grandpa, I love you And Grandma, man, I love you Tried bring it back and sing it back, so I could show you But I fucked up big, now mo loco than I show you Show you, niggas I should show you And I swear down I wanna show you So many ideas in mind, on the grind I don't even skate, but a penny is my go to Go to Money Penny that's it I'm too proud to say I'm struggling Working hard for this shit, such a fucked up year Man I swear on my life, fam, I nearly quit But nah The devil is a bitch I had to say my nigga I'm the shit Always doubted me, so I'm lying for my team Get the confidence up 'coz I know I was slipping But now I'm sipping, on tea Sleep patterns fucked, more tea Obviously Green, for the remedy But now I think deep, 'coz I need more green Skeen Breaking my back to make moves Hate to complain, fuck news I would rather listen and help, than listen to myself 'Coz huh, I don't wanna say what to do but To do what, if you don't know, don't ask Just like when I started out to dance First these niggas woulda' straight up would've laughed Now the years went by slowly respect the craft Skilful (Ay) Mould-in the craft Had to be wilful, straight from the start So now I'm lining up, fin, finesse the bars Appreciate the delicacy, spacey like Mars Bars Get to the chopper Bout' to explode, hey Arnold, I gotta' I got her, not football, I lost her But I was to scared to say that I had another lover undercover Huh Banging them beats Nigga, I was coming with that heat Nah I'm only playing fam, it's not that deep Shout out to JME, he inspired indeed Food, serious, spitting on his beats Kl', I'm delirious, funny when I speak But I can get raw, don't Kevin Hart me 'Coz I can explain like Eddie Murphy Or I can do roast, Charlemagne donkey Kong is a prick, no shit on me Like a Honey Badger, some predators flee But I'm only doing me and fucking with my team Mm mm Mm mm Mm mm Yeah eh Mm mm mm Mm mm Mm mm Mm mm Yeah eh Mm mm mm
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