| I sense there’s--
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| I sense there’s-
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| (Hello) I sense there’s something in the wind
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| (Ay…) I sense there’s something in the wind
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| (This stuff hit?) that feels like tragic things at hand
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| Jail: Diamond…
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| I’m sensing there’s something in the wind, the wind
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| So put down the rope, and light the blunt again
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| Cause I’m living the diamond life, I got on my head
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| Gotta see the light, I really wanna' be livin' it right
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| So give me the mic, So I can take off, and show off
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| That’s this music feeding me more dog, it’s making me slow mo'
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| So pass me the Lofe' Go and let’s just go home
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| I’m living in my scoff though, I chilling with mo' hoes
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| Everywhere I go I’m letting the world tour, you already eyein'
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| (Yeah) Ah shit…
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| Yeah, I feel it looking out my window, blowing these inceptions in yo' mind
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| straight from limbo, time is these instro, meadows feeling skitso,
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| haven’t slept in days, I’m living off of beats and burning some in though…
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| The wind is chilling, I’m about to make a killing, Soon as I enter the building
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| it’s all over
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| The wind is chilling, I’m about to make a killing, Soon as I enter the building
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| it’s all over, over
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| It’s feeling like some tragedy, blame it on the blasphemy
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| This is a fatality, I’m constantly reminding these bitches I’m the best
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| ironically, this bitch i’m making a killing, I’m willing, to stack my money
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| right through they' ceiling
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| Through the ceiling, up we go, diamond bitch
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| We stealing the globe, living off highs, fuck the lows
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| Look at my eyes, they out to show, I’m about to blow
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| I can feel it, feel it, I’m about to blow, You can feel it, feel it…
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| So you can feel it?
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| I’m not even at my peak yet, my mind is stayin' runnin' because I’m keepin' the
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| money honey this ain’t a secret…
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| I’m earning my respect, one minute at a time, then give them the music,
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| they look at me shine, I break them down, I break them down, so how are they
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| gonna contain' me now?
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| They ain’t containing shit, me? |
| I’m fucking caseless
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| Buried beats, and graveyards, then I take off and blow in my spaceship,
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| I live on the moon so just face it, your brand is simply too basic,
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| to wrap around my concepts, i’ll' be honest you could chase it but, damn
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| The wind is chilling, I’m about to make a killing, Soon as I enter the building
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| it’s all over
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| The wind is chilling, I’m about to make a killing, Soon as I enter the building
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| it’s all over, over
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| The wind is chilling, I’m about to make a killing, Soon as I enter the building
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| it’s all over
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| The wind is chilling, I’m about to make a killing, Soon as I enter the building
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| it’s all over, over |