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[00:06.68]Walking through the village, hood up with no recognition
[00:09.43]Compass pointed to the wind
[00:10.78]Smoking, walking, never winning
[00:12.53]Long sleeves so my rings don't shine in the sun
[00:15.35]Young skylit wants a dollar, no I never needed one
[00:18.67]Acting like funds fell down in my palms
[00:21.60]Like it ain't just us, like I'm not just Bones
[00:24.65]Tryna hit my phone, all you get is tones
[00:27.79]Socializing is what I don't, I'm a never let it go
[00:31.08]1930's trunk, leave the cotton sleeve tight
[00:33.90]My floor got grain and the sun runs the lights
[00:37.06]Vanderbilt vision, only bitten with precision
[00:40.07]Fountains in the kitchen spitting while the chef still flipping
[00:43.18]Still death twisted, now I'm still like giving
[00:46.21]But I be like takin' if my happiness go missing
[00:49.24]Growing up I never listened now they wish I would've changed
[00:52.27]Cause every word spoken falls upon of arrangement
[00:55.77]Opinions turn to files
[00:57.10]I never ever save them
[00:58.54]Views turn to photographs
[01:00.10]I never ever frame them
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[01:07.05]Sesh
[01:12.82]What?
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