| You need something to live for
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| Otherwise you gon' waste away
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| Die less and live more
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| Otherwise you’ll just decay, everyday
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| Yeah
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| Another hotel room
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| Another night to tell some bums, that the hoes fell through
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| You sellin' bodies to some J’s, feelin' LL Cool
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| You smoke two blunts to take the pain away, that’s LL Blues
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| You the type of girl to do some shit, and
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| I’m the type of dude to call you out, yeah
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| You love gettin' hit up by the thirsties
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| Just so that you can turn them down
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| So tell me who’s thirsty, but first things first
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| You should love yourself
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| And know yourself, and know your worth
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| Figure out your passion, put it into action
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| But that’s not gonna happen by passing ash and blunts
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| With these average motherfuckers
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| You gotta change up who you hang with
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| I could see the anguish on your face from doing the same shit
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| Everyday, and it’s a shame that you don’t listen
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| But if you wanna get out, of your position
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| You need something to live for
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| Otherwise you gon' waste away
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| Die less and live more
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| Otherwise you’ll just decay, everyday
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| ?!
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| ,
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| I know you know those type of people
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| Always askin' what the move is, and when they finally move
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| They don’t even make a movement
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| Neutral living, same dudes hitting you up, tryna fuck
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| Or go to the club, and you listen
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| 'Cause you hate being alone, dang
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| You hate being alone
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| You need something to live for
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| Otherwise you gon' waste away
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| Die less and live more
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| Otherwise you’ll just decay, everyday |