Many faces, trading places, diggin' graves, slaves patient,
Fuck around and pay your rent lets go in my car and fake the tint
With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick
Being in 2 places and to pull myself together quick!
Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status
Officially lifted off to oasis, places
But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow
Delivering a crushing blow, have you gushing from places you didnt know.
Gotta get back to the d, you know we finally famous
I used to look up to middle-class kids for trading places,
And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love
The science with hidden places n' government leaving clues and traces
Now im organized/ i feel changes in the strangest places
In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush
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