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I think I'm in a maze
I feel like I'm flipped in within a raid
All this contradiction's got me feeling strange
Is this the phase?
Or is this the way?

I wanna make non-stop profit
I wanna make a non-profit
Closed in the store when I go shopping
Open up the floor before a close topic
And relax on a beach of a more tropics
But brown like I'm broke and I'm still jobless
Feeling like it's me against the world, it's the other way around
We polluting, never won't stop it
I wanna stay home and play X Box
While my homies keep on hitting up my amp box
Say it's been a long time since you've seen me
So I'm cutting off the tv and I'm in it man the next spot
I think I want a job in an office
I am the epidemy of what a boss is
A paid check every 2 weeks so delusional
I'ma state for the fear that I go starving
And yet I wanna take more risk
I don't wanna take more losses
Wanna be a better spinner but I like the idea
Not care what the cost is
I wanna tell the truth even when it hurts
But when I get it back I rather have it blow softing
Wanna pray fires has the day in my head
Into the marsh prolly that I don't go often
In the kitchen cooking dinner, yeah I made that
Feeling lazy so I prolly order take out
Better yet, I'm really fiending for some shake shack
Looking at the plate like I gotta keep my weight down
In a certain to self worth to judge me
How you matching up gets parsley
How to know enough is enough when you lust for much
Enough it feels just as real to suffer

(x2)
I think I'm in a maze
I feel like I'm fleeting within the bay
All this contradiction's got me feeling strange
Is this the phase?
Or is this the way?

I pretend that I listen like
When people say things I don't really care about
In one and it goes out
And you wouldn't even notice that my head was in the clouds
But my inner voice really wanna shout
Quit crying, you ain't dying
But I reply with legitimate advice like
Keep trying, it ain't high
But I really wanna tell them that they wasting time
More importantly they wasting mine
That's harsh and I'm not cold
Yeah I'm from the capital but I'm not bold
I guess I really am a nice guy
Keep me hand on it down win races
So I wanna be a track star
Laughing at the people trippin' on they own laces
That's taste and I got style
And I ain't got wings but I got house
And that's why folks wanna pick my brain
I saw the big picture when I picked my frame
But I think most stars pretentious
Probably they just surrounded by they egocentric
And I ripped off so I say thangs
That go along with the green like yeah I'm in a maze

(x4)
I think I'm in a maze
I feel like I'm flipped in within a raid
All this contradiction's got me feeling strange
Is this the phase?
Or is this the way?

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