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Good morning Vietnam
I’d like to welcome everybody to the INNANE, tune in
Log on, yo
I think I fell off of the band as a kid and a hit my head
Maybe was bout 10
First time, better tie Michaela up and he walked in
Welcome to INNANE, where to begin?
Might as well start at the tip top
Give me a moment, I’m runnin from time
Seems like I’m tied to the clock as it tic tocks
Tippin the metropolitan access
In which I exist, it’s quick to imagine
Imagine the whips I flip
When I flip on the beat and my artist pump me for a canva**
Camping a van on your local campus
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What do you mean you’re not there yet?
Head brain out, unless you dance on the airway
Follow through yo city with my n***as in the caravan ridin
Like do or die, ain’t this some sh**?
Volume on 10, turn my sh** up
They fists go pump like pistol whip
And Vic – he stay up in some sh**
Sometimes it’s hard to let go of it
I be so high I be in orbit
She already cornered me, kinda caught to the economy
So I stick I’m on the run but like coexist
That’s another one, get the drummer son
In this case, I guess that’s me
Well make the track and you just ask me
I be on some neck sh**
Wondering why n***as still don’t really respect it
When I spit that unexpected
Thoughts filled with mine, what a way to collect it?
Subconsciously copyin me, n***as just can’t help it
So when they get ideas why I be selfish
The same as you can sing a blues all you want
But they don’t really love you til you Elvis
And a label shout for yo album
Lord help em, I’m hell bent, oneway train of fame
And fake friends, depends on the outcome
You get up quick, my sh** too hot
What gets you hyped? What turns you in?
Obviously I really miss it miss it
Me and my n***as come at yo party
Me and my n***as in the party and we get it started
We start the engine and the pendulum swings
I’m raising time and tryna find a piece of mind of mine
I walk extent to the departed
A hardly go a bit and I don’t think I wanna stop
And somebody make a n***a wanna keep going
I’m going out of my head, I think I wanna die on em
I suffer but the fans love me more
And the minutes keep comin with the real one
They don’t get a village of the cracked ceilings
And the black villains that I destroyed
Strong arm the government
Give automatic weapons to the public
Seems my weed bag getting thin
My pocket hold no scratch
I ponded for apocalypse coming to hold me back
But baby if you love me
Let me take where it’s ugly
To the place where no one comes
Now we’re standin, no man above
My Lawd, no no no no
I done seen demons
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