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Yeah we know how it go in your dome
Life a digit, you a bigot for the dough
Merely fragment the whirlwind's control
Rather twirl pissed and throw up the throne
Damn y'all my bad
Didn't mean to stab a motherfucker in the back
But greed in my grasp, I fiend for the scraps
Yeah, just a product of the past
We know how you roll in the known
Life a smidgen, you a pigeon for the dough
Merely sadness, the surface, the soul
Rather burn bliss and sulk while I'm stoned
Damn y'all my bad
Didn't mean to shoot motherfucker for his stats
But greed got my gat, woe is we still the rats
Yeah, just a product of the past
Searching for my worth, not my Worry-Free
Learning off the curve, it don't work for me
Concurrently they con currency
Using cons for the job it's an odd murder scene
Bargains at the shop off the no-relief
Margins on the offers all we told to see
They don't want an autumn on the gold received
They should rot in green, let me bottle up your sorcery
Watch 'em get sore with me
'Cause I'm disorderly and they expect a forgery
Known for the former if you don't endure the lore
Wolves will get you on the floor if they're blowing down your doors
Wars in the name of George, holding a fleur-de-lis
You can pour me in the gorge, gore my organs on the beach
But I tore my orders up, not a soldier for a fleet
Hopping borders if it coming to the morgue recording me
Yeah we know how it go in your dome
Life a digit, you a bigot for the dough
Merely fragment the whirlwind's control
Rather twirl pissed and throw up the throne
Damn y'all my bad
Didn't mean to stab a motherfucker in the back
But greed in my grasp, I fiend for the scraps
Yeah, just a product of the past
We know how you roll in the known
Life a smidgen, you a pigeon for the dough
Merely sadness, the surface, the soul
Rather burn bliss and sulk while I'm stoned