Dejavu (I Wanna Live) Lyrics

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Cuz if I got nothing Kay ain't bluffin

I roll wit the goons goblins and husslers

A couple witches sticking wit the craft

I doubled the math in the romanists day

I canveigh these strokes of paint to wipe a tear away

I Kno the folds creases and the stains check the window pane

Fly up on the wall that was Meezy taking in the pain

I settled for the rage ambition passion felt insane

K Money trapped inside the trap feeling caged

I can't swing yo way when the batters up

Dough feels Cliche I need more Substance

for my soul like yesterday Anyway

I told my bluhd quit tripping no more Domino missions

It's Getting highly Submissive when the world is in a Submission

Throw the whole clip in and send a transmission

I think a transaction is missing one of the spirit

Too in the Living One in the Soul Three to the Dome

Four in the Blunt I rolled for the slow drive home

Five-O Left in a barrel of smoke must not know

By the Age of Six I was seeing ghost

Dejavu

I ain't have clue

Where to really go

It was way more of a feeling that's for shore

Man I felt it in my core I've been this way before

Somethings Gotta change

Somethings Gotta give for me to take

Coldest Poems I'm just washing off my face

And we did that shit with grace check the soap

I was lost and felt alone homeless couldn't charge my phone

I think I needed growth something more phys-i-cal

Sticky Medicinals got me on my toes who would've known

I made more money than adolescence could handle

Spent and Flipped for someone else's candle

Growth in Gross and Grow

Trap gave me a full coast

A Kick

Pushed the work down the toilet bowl

Was it worth it all along? I don't know I just know

it put me on therefore I do that shit again

This time Ima save up an invest Ina future i could win

Please Comprehend This ain't where you been

It's just what it was Bones an Thugs

Land of Dubnatives check the curry in my lungs

From a Place where the faucet failure led to drums

Gas Break Dip aye don't drop that dadadun

I hate when a nigga move Slow and Dumb

I need Progressive

Insurance that somebody's covering the wreckage

Don't CC Me I need LLC's no time waste with me

Truly Godly when I choose to be

The Black of night can rest wit me

When the Stars align they keep on calling me

Tire Marks from ZRone's and BMDubs start to scream

After Dark Engines sound like Tommy Guns

Better Get a Cooling Kit before you try to run wit us

Aye An Omens come The Moon's covered in auburn red

The Fish are dead

The chosen ones have been mislead