| How did you know, you know, you know, now know
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| How did you know, you know, that I’m comin' for you?
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| How did you know, you know, you know, now know
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| How did you know, you know, that I’m comin' for you?
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| Look
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| How did you know I’m watching your movements
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| I’m rocking designer garments
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| I’m rolling 'round with these units
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| I’m blending to my surroundings
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| I’m understanding the blueprint
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| I’m calculating locations
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| I’m understanding the rootin'
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| I’m slowly plotting the plan that will cause you the most discomfort
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| I’m planning to fry you up then feed you to fucking hundreds
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| The bacon of my emotions
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| The maple of my existence
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| The sweetness among the thorns kinda treating you for a victim
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| But born for an eye of purpose
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| I’m grasping to get the words out
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| And if you turn up it’s guaranteed that I turn out
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| I put the herb down and pick it back up
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| Wiz would work for goals, I’m not a stick in the mud
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| I told her, I’d be the sickest thing since sliced bread
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| Never did what I said, lied, wept, cried for a while
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| That’s a lie, never cried, but my eyes dripped
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| From the harsh winds in my life that I sidestepped
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| How did you know, you know, you know, now know
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| How did you know, you know, that I’m comin' for you?
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| How did you know, you know, you know, now know
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| How did you know, you know, that I’m comin' for you?
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| Yeah
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| Life loses in the gaps between the double shorts
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| Skinny arms flailing out my puppeteers double drop
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| That smooth face will ring your neck and tie your tongue in knots
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| Cold hands sculpted out a fantasy in butterscotch
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| Twisted off the artificial flavouring
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| E numbers always fucking up the base for him
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| Yeah, but every week she bails me up to book another 7 nights in paradise,
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| self-catering
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| Sip wire through your insides
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| Pictures of my smug grin, grinded on this chick’s eyes
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| Pieces of her burnt soul smouldering a king size
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| Linking her at half past, ditching her at midnight
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| And I’ll be gone a while
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| Whole crew sparkling in grubby suits
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| Specialise in rapping fire, drinking, happy drug abuse
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| Drowning in success, snorkelling in wine
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| Dig your girl’s ear out and crawl into her mind
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| How did you know, you know, you know, now know
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| How did you know, you know, that I’m comin' for you?
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| How did you know, you know, you know, now know
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| How did you know, you know, that I’m comin' for you? |