Fuck the law I stay on the wrong side/
i cant see black or what call the doc I think I may be color blind/
only shades of gray is the liqueur or am I prone to blur lines/
Only 25 and ya boy flows aged like a fine wine/
punctual you see I deliver my punch lines on time/
and I'm in my lyrical prime/
so another like I something you ain't go you ain't gon find/
now my heart is feeling colder from the world on my shoulders/
plus with that I'm paranoid thinking that year I might be getting shorter/
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