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Searching blind
Run behind
Out of time
Into fire
Caked up in fake love to get you high

This shit is gorgeous
It's bitchin' with your fortunes
One hundred medallions in a scout scrimpin' fortress
Secret potions voted concealed emotions
Grim-tilted-bounce-killing shades for his orbit

In a haze
And is hoping that they watchin'

Before artists he's droppin' to the fifth and bet he boppin'

A little boy coppin'
Let the top down
Aim straight
Climbing in the middle A-
Nother statistic for the...

(x2)
Searching blind
Run behind
Out of time
Into fire
Caked up in fake love to get you high

Say Jack
Let me ask you a question

Do you want it?
Do you want it?
Do you want it?
Fast - Do you want it?
Like
Fast- do you want it?
Like
How fast - Do you want it?
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How fast - Do you want it?
Like
How fast - Do you want it?
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How fast - Do you want it?
Damn nigga how fast do you want it?

The nights are getting stronger and the days are getting longer

The buildings getting bigger
Outside is getting smaller
The lies are getting truer and the truth is getting brighter
Things are looking blacker
But black is looking whiter

The price is getting higher and the buyers is the flyest
The stars are never brighter
The good up getting tired
Yesterday you threw it 'cus you gots to have the new shit
And money always fools ya. So corny's getting cooler

Nothing's gonna stop it if it's bound to turn a profit

For this amount I'll do it
For this I let you watch it

But. Right now
Let me make a toast with champagne to commemorate these years that thuggin' went mainstream

Where stars rise and fall and organize regimes
And candidate themselves as some shiny card kings
Convince us that they fake we seen 'em for sneakers and rings
Tell us how they all down to killin' times is steam
Psht
To live they life off triple beams
And in the end never really was what they seemed

But take a clip of me and Alexander McQueen

Pose in front the Caddy painted candy money green
Where angels and devils in seven hundred dollar jeans
And all the eyes will sparkle with at-any-cost gleam

(x2)
'Cus it's mean
So mean
Kna' mean?

'Cus it's mean
So mean
I know you know what I mean

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