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Yo I can't get along with, no one Who you wanna phone with Lurkin' on my lonesome I can't smoke no bogus Ain't got to be explosive, the strongest I can't get along with no one Who you wanna phone with Coping with my demons was a long one Elixir made my double cup I had to drink a strong one I can't f**k with no one I'm in love with no one I can eat my own beefs and I'm gon shoot my own gun If you really real you will mention all your weakness and defences then own 'em Idol fight your demons I could loan you Don't turn into the old you Don't let them n***as mold you Don't let no b*t*h corrode you I told you All that bullsh*t you let them door-to-door-sale people sold you that He saying she can really mold you It's old news, the old you Probably might have deaded that and domed you Don't be your suicide, don't let your pettiness control you Don't let n***as pwn you Every chance they get they gon expose you Gotta stay Quioxte with them hoes too You can't tell no secrets to your bros too You walk forever in her gold shoes Brang money back to old dudes I can't get along with, no one Who you wanna phone with Lurkin' on my lonesome I can't smoke no bogus Ain't got to be explosive, the strongest I can't get along with no one Who you wanna phone with Coping with my demons was a long one Elixir made my double cup I had to drink a strong one I can't f**k with no one I'm in love with no one I can eat my own beefs and I'm gon shoot my own gun Yeah I came with my vices in the face if I ain't high already TSA won't let me board because I'm fly already I was tongue kissing with death, I should have died already For the ending where she whispered that I die, already Blowing out the Chevvy b*t*h, my mind so heavy It get hard to lift my spirits, yes I tried already Carpool with some boppers they look fire already For whatever cuz I kick the game like Lionel Messi Argentina for my rehab got my mind more steady Tryna look into the sunlight, the blinds won't let me If n***as on the crib don't try to pull up breaking levies Or a suicidal groupie then my mind gon' get me I can't get along with, no one Who you wanna phone with Lurkin' on my lonesome I can't smoke no bogus Ain't got to be explosive, the strongest I can't get along with no one Who you wanna phone with Coping with my demons was a long one Elixir made my double cup I had to drink a strong one I can't f**k with no one I'm in love with no one I can eat my own beefs and I'm gon shoot my own gun Everybody I ever tried to do good for, with, or to had f**ked up perceptions of me after they couldn't achieve their... interior, ulterior, alternative whatever the f**k the motives are, look. All I ever did was keep it solid. And every time somebody get me wrong they want me to look as bad as they feel - nah f**k that, f**k that. I had to shake that off, that's no way to start the trip. So I tried to cut on some old cartoons, sh*t was funny for a second. I looked up, there's this dude in a bag, almost like - almost like the dude in [?] with the fake [?]... whatever look it up. So I'm totally fried eggs at this point right, I guess I might as well embrace him right. (Bro you tryna watch Looney Toons g?) Then I turn the TV up and - (Yo, what the f**k?)
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