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Will Starting Truth
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G-Eazy
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So, here we go, here we go Are you ready? Am I ready? Are they ready? Are we ready? I don't mind, I don't mind What I don't mind? I know the beat to Don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat Don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat Don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat Don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat Don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat Don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat Don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat Don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat Don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat Don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat Don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat Don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat I know will starting truth! Please God, my love it, your love it Stupid and crazy in the some I know will starting truth! Please God, my love it, your love it Stupid and crazy in the some, I know Do not close your eyes if God I toss and turn here and there, everything around me The lantern that shines right by the window A glimpse of the moon in the mirror Behind the wall of love in the mirror I screwed up to toss Hello Kitty Three o'clock in the morning Three o'clock, yeah Take the last quarter bucks Winding away on a f**k The whore waves at the side Target f**k the mysterious Those who want a mouth In the same deeds you are Like untrained defeat, rats canal They have it in their genre that Like heroin in addicts in their sh*t You b*t*h not find priceless beauties Undoubtedly, without a bazaar, only shmars What we sh*t on night channels? Driving through club, restaurant People simply resemble figures Barbitura commerce, drunk in the board in the skin The rich who motherf**ker I'm going straight, strangely empty streets The rich who motherf**ker, like, like Do not close your eyes if God, in the dungeons of the temple? Artificial really like scarred? Others are in vicious? Like P-I-G the C-U-T Looking for a piece of Chris Yeah, okay Dreaming of a hundred grams Yeah, let's get down In their homes and soft sofas Martini in faceted glasses Foreign cars, bubble baths? But everyone on your own I cannot close my glass eyes I won't sleep for high and low Oh my God, stay true? I'm going straight, strangely empty streets The rich who motherf**ker, like, like I know will starting truth! Please God, my love it, your love it Stupid and crazy in the some I know will starting truth! Please God, my love it, your love it Stupid and crazy in the some Oh, yeah Peaces are five liters On a drunken penny, a movie with you, yeah Fighting motion, potion, action, nation is around the corner On a drunken penny alright, my mind, yeah On a drunken penny alright, do you penny like? Right like, do you right like Do you right like, do it There is no arbiter, there is no arbiter Mayhem with a baseball and baseball The border between sleep and vigor is a razor Feelings that I'm face I don't under apple, under chair Get high on ninety-nine, then get on victory Talkin' 'bout, talkin' 'bout, birds fly at dawn Maybe I'm dreaming all this, I'm dreaming And I know maybe I'm dreaming all this Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming I know maybe I'm dreaming all this What should I do Maybe I'm dreaming all this My soul the soul Maybe I'm dreaming all this What should I do Maybe I'm dreaming all this My soul the soul the soul the soul
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