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Exile


I'm so high can't feel street 'neath my feet I'm so rude I give finger to teach I don't wann hear manager speak I slap dude for comment on speed I've had to swallow my pride, that shit tasted bitter I wear bandanas to hide the mark of a sinner I've had to swallow my pride, but enough of that Spent too many days choking up when up at bat Lost too much family to heart attacks So my heart guarded up, no more will I cry My dad nearly died, my mom been fucked over They still don't understand why I can't stand the thought someone standing over me That's why I think college is rated overly That shit just ain't for me That shit just ain't for me That shit That shit just ain't for me You should see what I aim to be You should see what my story says, you should read my prophecy You say you're quite offended by my honesty Honestly, keep flippin shit I'll be sippin on this tea Like, wtf, since when do you give a fuck bout artistry? Come for me w confidence, you ain't steppin near my circumference I was raised w no common sense I remain cool, calm and collect Like, yeah, fuck w me one time, fuck w me one I won't disappoint Don't go on tangents, I'm straight to the point Everyone became a target when they exiled the boy
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