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I will not breathe in the sea and freeze with the weak Don't speak, I don't really wanna hear (wanna hear) Words from the sand, from dirt not a man Stay six feet deep, do I make myself clear? (Myself clear) Indebted to the knife no more I've found my way beyond the shore (the shore) The credit that you've claimed washed away by retribution Torn (torn) 4 a.m. in the den, where your friends? I'ma blend, I'ma mend with the silhouette again I pull up with the strap, they hands up, wait a minute This ain't no clock, I'll break yo jaw and shape yo fate with rickets I'm takin' yo life, the fight is over might just take some digits She in my phone, my home while you gon' grow in the face of fission Below the mud, I dirty the floor and the rug With the slug on the run I've become new man How could I be? How could I leave? All of the things, all the rings and the riches on land I've taken new form new life, uh Mistaken by some fo' the light Serrating all the birds up high, uh Interfacing with blight I will not breathe in the sea and freeze with the weak Don't speak, I don't really wanna hear (wanna hear) Words from the sand, from dirt not a man Stay six feet deep, do I make myself clear? (Myself clear) Indebted to the knife no more I've found my way beyond the shore (the shore) The credit that you've claimed washed away by retribution Torn (torn) 4 a.m. in the den, where your friends? I'ma blend, I'ma mend with the silhouette again