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Ooh, hey-hey-hey, ooh, hey (Yeah) Ooh, hey, ooh, hey Standin' in the rain (Standin' in the rain) Washin' all my sins (Washin' all my–) And the streets ain't the same They spin one time, they'll spin again (Spin again, spin again) Go make love to an angel (Make love) While the devil in my head Communication comin' in Too much that I can't communicate with all of them I do wish I had scientist or engineer friends Let's go, get out of here, petrol is cheaper than it's ever been And then, who's to say when all would end? All I know is whеn the portrait painted bettеr have your portion of the rent A dollar more and you will get upgraded When you've think you've made it, you are then Just tolerated, overrated Hope I'm eighty when I get my second win Small potatoes all I ate before potato chips would cut my corner lips Operator, operator, I would pray that you connect me to a sip Of sangria, Zambia, camera cameo, hand me a handful of hips A stamina stampede of happily happenings, dabblin' into obliv- -ion, neon, beyond the ambiance Be honest, you promised that you will live Do summers ever forget? Pajamas feel like a kid, cucumber will make her drip Do jump on it, hit a split, hookahs don't really do shit Duke Ellington in this shit, rebelling is like an itch, oh I'ma, I'ma live forever Yeah, diamonds shaped like a tear drop I got the streets in a headlock Fly just like a skydiver Spirit, I get your man slaughtered Suicide door on the Range Rover Dependin' on the time I was layin' up I could've been wearin' an animal Pull up and get at you in a Lambo When it gets hard, nigga took a gamble (Took a gamble) Tryna avoid cameras, breakin' my heart tryin' to avoid cameras I keep shit loaded like a bando (Loaded like a bando) Learned how to turn a trap house to a mansion Watched me watch the world take my pain and balance it It's better to be an outcast in a world of envious (Oh, yeah) White socks, FILA flip flops, Chanel vintage 'til infinity I'ma live, I'ma live forever Music, computers and robbers and looters And looters with shooters, and shooters with Rugers And shooters with Rugers, CDs with my tooters And my tutors taught me a terrible miracle You can lie, cheat and still kill in America Be celebrated like Captain America **** it, I'm with it, let's get it This nigga and niggress and Bentley valetin' in Lenox Man, I'm a villain with children So I'm never chillin', I gotta make millions I used to be dope with the dealin' But that got a ceilin' and we know the usual endin' Niggas get rich and go broke and go fail and go snitch And then **** up they family and friends Me, I go to Germany, earn me a couple of millions Return with a couple of Benzes Or go to Brazil and just kick it and chill 'Til I'm over the hill and still ****in' on women The world got no mercy, so I had to show 'em Like Percy with me, it just can't be no limit A hundred percentage authentic, see I got no gimmicks So I ain't protectin' no image My style original, pivotal, it's goin' digital Niggas you like is a mimic I am a menace that's movin' on vengeance I promise my opp that my anger is endless It ain't enough that I took out my opp and his block We burned down his whole ****in' village Did it with smile, not a grimace It was my pleasure to see that this **** nigga finished If you get offended, then **** it, my nigga I'm with it, I'm hittin', let's get this shit in it Back of the club, the immaculate thug With bottles of bub' and some asses to rub Look at me b***h, look at me, look at me b***h Look at the crook in me b***h Look at me hit you with crooked D Now I got you walkin' crookedly, they should be bookin' me They should be bookin' me, know that they won't I am Theolonius Monk in a donk Kickin' that jazz, collectin' my bag I'm talkin' milli', ain't talkin' Vanilli Had to get that hatin' nigga from near me I do not move like a regular Joe I am not moved by no regular hoe I do not wish for no regular life I did not marry a regular wife You think that I'm losin'? You smokin' a pipe I'ma live, I'ma live forever They don't make 'em like this I'ma live, I'ma live forever Send some security Standin' in the rain (Just take me away) Washin' all my sins (Washin' all my–) The streets ain't the same They spin one time, they'll spin again I'ma live, I'ma live forever Go make love to an angel I'ma live, I'ma live forever While the devil in my head
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