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Look
I grew up a lil booty scratcher named [?]
Son if he'll find me, he'll remind me to be prudent
In my studies cause' life get ugly when you ain't smart
And though I was chubby and pudgy I had hella heart
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But my soul was parched
When your skin, omen
Its calmin’ to have fiery darts
Heave
Towards your head
Weave
Towards the bed where you can try to go to sleep and dream The address of the run-down section of the city that you stay in
Where tenants be flagrant can hopefully get some hydration
Adjacent, to the water that can drown a snake in
The grass, or make a couple rappers that are trash
Recyclable, but I suppose you’ll never wake up
Cause' that level of [?] ain’t given to us
You must, be woke and seek it
Get yo' ego, depleted
And if Lucy debo, a veto, you repeat it
Till' you find what you're looking for

I hope you find what you’re looking for
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Yeah Yeah Yeah
I hope you find what you're looking for
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I hope you find what you're looking for
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