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hopathology - boatman lyrics

nothing but ciroc and a little bit of juice
we running lose in the streets
target practice on the move
stop and frisk
hands up they gone put me in a tomb
saw the rage in my eyes
said they felt they had to shoot
see the devil always lurking
n-gg- always on the move
know some people caged up
no mistakes they was forcing
locked in on what’s important
god and family portraits
i can stand on my own
lead a group like i’m mosses
chosen one call it goldxn
talking sh-t smell the roses
it’s the truth cause i spoke it
im f-cking piece of art
hang this right above the oven
we gone eat
then get to gritting my teeth
wipe my paws when i’m done
cover the body’s with sheets
to the sky i’m out the climate
my mind floating on cloud 9
and there is never a better time
see the signs
watch ones in the back who blind
can’t delete the times
cats copy like machines
really bout it
i really mean this
can’t stop me i’m wille beamen
shivering i need a beanie
italian like my patina
she eat it like melted cheese
on the corner of what you need
stop and go
then i feel breeze
stacking bread like it’s a disease
pour a gl-ss if you want a drink
my mind is resting at ease
run the game like i’m an athlete
try to stop me you’ll need some cleats
tapping x like it’s gone miss me
please miss me with logic and all the theory
i’m clearly the highest one in the building
if i sneezed don’t think you’d hear
you smell me can’t see me clearly
you empty say can you fill me
touch me i don’t think they feel me
im speaking but they can’t hear me
they fear me cause they can’t comprehend me
befriended me
i’ll help you reach the ceiling
emotionally and physically

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