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How did you know? | It's what I've always wanted | Could never have too many of these
How did you know? It's what I've always wanted Could never have too many of these Will you quit kicking me under the table? I'm trying, will somebody make her (I just live, I live day by day) Shut up about it, can we settle down, please? (Fighting demons) I smoked away my brain, I think I'm going dumb Cocaine up on my gums, I think they're going numb I'm having stomach pains, now I'm throwing up 'Cause I'm a microphone fiend, give me the bass Give me the beat, and let me lean, tap the vein, let it stream Feel the pain, young Martin Luther King, with a dream That one day me and my team, we can make it with this rapping Now we swagging, making money in Manhattan, trick, what's happening? They try to intellect with indirection just to test you A rebel until my death, it's in my flesh, it's in my vessels Fuck the clique you with, I'm finna fuck the bitch you next to Fuck a metro sexual, suck a dick, I'm disrespectful You know the kid get it, get-get sick spit Clip spit quick split quick hit kids women Oh, that's your girl, huh? Well, I just hit it It's A$AP nigga, live with it, swag Demons posted all around me, I can't beat 'em all alone Thinking 'bout you, thinking 'bout you Add it to your thoughts These evil thoughts, they start to drown me Lord, don't leave me all alone Thinking 'bout you, thinking 'bout you Add it to your thoughts Demons posted all around me, I can't beat 'em all alone Thinking 'bout you, thinking 'bout you Add it to your thoughts These evil thoughts, they start to drown me Lord, don't leave me all alone Thinking 'bout you, thinking 'bout you Add it to your thoughts Aw, yeah, aw, yeah (it's what, I think) (Bite tongue, deep breaths) let the beat chill Aw, yeah, aw, yeah (it's what, I think) (Bite tongue, deep breaths) let the beat chill Aw, yeah, aw, yeah (it's what, I think) (Bite tongue, deep breaths) let the beat chill Aw, yeah, aw, yeah (it's what, I think) (Bite tongue, deep breaths) I'm a hipster by heart, but I can tell you how the streets feel Demons posted all around me, I can't beat 'em all alone Thinking 'bout you, thinking 'bout you Add it to your thoughts These evil thoughts, they start to drown me Lord, don't leave me all alone Thinking 'bout you, thinking 'bout you Add it to your thoughts Demons posted all around me, I can't beat 'em all alone Thinking 'bout you, thinking 'bout you Add it to your thoughts These evil thoughts, they start to drown me Lord, don't leave me all alone Thinking 'bout you, thinking 'bout you Add it to your thoughts
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