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I wore the same thing yesterday, all white, more dingy Head full of lightning, a signal in the noise Fake trees in the Apple Store A double portion of protection for me and my niggas I'm tryna only say what's necessary Should I play it again? But no, we asked already Many multiplicities living every mystery I'ma come if you send for me Under the moon in a place to bury Sweating through silk, feeling small It's but a moment, but I owed me more Not like they said it in that OC song When can a nigga really run to? Far and wide, at the same center still I feel a way about proving my identity to robots You niggas smoke computers, I only have one job Oh, you still do that? Oh, you still unsigned? You don't work, you don't eat I'm the one, right? I was in my white tee too, my dunks second-hand Blackout summer, the dutch was never dead I would run it back again, I would run it back again (I would run it back again) Certainty is a circle, I don't believe you Certainty is a circle, I don't believe you Certainty is a circle, I don't believe you Certainty is a circle, I don't believe you It's a circle, I don't believe you It's a circle, I don't believe you Certainty is a circle I read the paper even though they told me not to I get the paper, don't need no how-to Doubt you, but I been wrong before House shoes on tatami floors A house divided, pick sides for the civil war Like pickup ballhalf-court, four on four Speak to me like it's a court of law Strike it from the record if it's not something you did or saw (I wasn't there, dawg) My records spin like a band saw My record speak for itself, don't try to add-on I suggest you leave the police sketch half-drawn Like you realized they describing Allah The choice was Kevin Samuels or Dr. Umar Gentlemen, the choice is yours But I assure you Jimmy Baldwin not coming through that door (sorry) Choose the ball or the sword Liquid pour, my cup runneth over, I still feel poor I put money in the floor (money in the floor) I put money in the wall (money in the wall) I put money towards getting the door reinforced I slept on the floor, thin blankets, coarse Self-pity always stows away inside remorse Gun butt the teeth out of every gift horse (gift horse) Certainty Hey, uh, I just woke up Can I call you back later?"
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