| There’s no reason to hide
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| There’s nowhere you can run
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| You can yell as loud as you want
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| You can shoot off your flare
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| Good luck, nobody will call
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| There’s no one around here
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| SOS, scream at the top of your lungs
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| Sorry, but you’re too far gone
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| There’s no rest for the wicked, nor a blue-red siren
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| No one hears you down here
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| No one hears you down here
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| Everyone around here
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| Screaming 'til I strip my throat
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| Cracking like I missed thy note
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| Acting like I missed my boat
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| Think I wanna feel like this? |
| I don’t
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| Stuck up in the house, ain’t a roach to smoke
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| They say they coming through, but hit me with the okie-doke
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| And it is where I don’t belong, cold
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| I just sat in front of Pro Tools for 12 hours, I’m old
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| Don’t feel like touching the stove
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| Just mope around in my robe
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| Go stand in front of a map and stare at the fucking globe
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| Like I’m about to run out and none of them even know it
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| Was supposed to be out the trap, cherishing every moment
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| Boarders won’t let 'em through, niggas' just scared of COVID
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| Was looking at school when thinking 'bout re-enrollment
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| Instead it could be the day of atonement
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| Know you still running from it, I own it
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| There’s no reason to hide
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| There’s nowhere you can run
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| You can yell as loud as you want
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| You can shoot off your flare
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| Good luck, nobody will call
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| There’s no one around here
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| SOS, scream at the top of your lungs
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| Sorry, but you’re too far gone
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| There’s no rest for the wicked, nor a blue-red siren
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| No one hears you down here
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| No one hears you down here
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| Everyone around here
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| Lone wolf that is mistaken
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| Deserted, is unworthy and just stay blunt
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| The lack of an audience really gets strainin'
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| Got me tapping the microphone like «Is this thing on?»
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| Self-quarantine, I been quaran-taining
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| But these idol hands searching for some sort of entertainin'
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| I been isolated, what’s understood doesn’t need explaining
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| I concluded in solitude of mind that so many faking
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| Yellin' at a veil is embarrassing
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| Couldn’t fake the man, never ended well in the
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| Tell 'em I’m legit because they’re not even aware of it
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| Never comprehend, you too quick to make a comparison
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| Quit it, nigga, nobody’s willing to sympathize
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| Would you be better off the sooner you realize?
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| Ain’t no use in choosing sides
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| Word they say new highs
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| We need to remove the disguise
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| There’s no reason to hide
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| There’s nowhere you can run
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| You can yell as loud as you want
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| You can shoot off your flare
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| Good luck, nobody will call
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| There’s no one around here
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| SOS, scream at the top of your lungs
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| Sorry, but you’re too far gone
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| There’s no rest for the wicked, nor a blue-red siren
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| No one hears you down here
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| No one hears you down here
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| Everyone around here |