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Derek Pope
Derek Pope
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Derek Pope
Derek Pope
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Derek Pope
Derek Pope
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Up late, sleeping on my feet Candy cane but shit ain't sweet Out the bag the cats on me Rains if all the dogs don't eat One man's bread another's feast Pick the flesh between my teeth Don't know where I'm supposed to be Don't know where I'm supposed to be They don't really speak my language Way too many you wanna be famous Way too many you wanna be dangerous I'm so tired man of hearing the same shit And the funny thing is (And the funny thing is) Nevermind I'm the only one laughing out loud Offa lickety split (Offa lickety split) Now they look me up just to say look at you now Yea it is what it isn't Everything changed in an instant I can see the world from a distance I want more than that I'm ambitious Up late, sleeping on my feet Candy cane but shit ain't sweet Out the bag the cats on me Rains if all the dogs don't eat One man's bread another's feast Pick the flesh between my teeth Don't know where I'm supposed to be Don't know where I'm supposed to be Who put the blame on us Who put the pain on us I think the drugs caught up I need the love too much I need to feel something I need my mind turned off I think my high wore off Watch how the lows creep up now
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