| I’m coming back to you
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| I’m coming back to you
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| I’m coming back to you
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| God willing, I’m coming back to you
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| Passport, atlas, memories in the stamps
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| Seat melts to a mattress, visas when we land
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| Caravans all access, seeing what we can
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| Foreign hands, foreign cameras hanging out of black vans
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| We’re gone, live where the bottom of the L
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| Links the middle of the A from the middle of LA
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| Riddle wrapped in enigma, the puzzle, who wanna play?
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| The pressure on, a hair trigger away, away
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| Surfing through jetstreams, swimming through information
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| Cannot find the bankers or the politics in nations
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| Higher than medication, exercise the meditation
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| I see it’s really all depending on what you have faith in
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| Killer instinct, savior complex
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| They here to save the world, but who want test?
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| Keep it live every second, the time given
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| Might live with regrets, but I bet I won’t die with them
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| Uh, so check it out, this the voice of a thousand shows
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| Nice to meet you, where you seated? |
| I could see it though
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| Without a doubt this the only life I’ve ever known
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| I spit that shit in return, I watch the liars glow
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| Stand up, we turn it up, just a little more
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| Superwomen flying in and out of everywhere I go
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| Different face, same drama, withdrawal
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| I ain’t leaving 'til I find my high and my setting is low
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| I’mma cut out the additives
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| The women I attract, majority weren’t graduates
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| These are the cards dealt, change the outcome
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| I ain’t tryna change clothes, I rearranged my game though
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| Be about some shit, that ain’t me to back
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| Dilated, day one, we worked the angles
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| I’m coming back, not ‘til bread is in the basket
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| Travel with my carry-on, marijuana plastic |