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Common Sense Ft. SIR
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Uh, hate ain't worth a dollar and a lie ain't worth a cent, so
Who you workin' for, who you represent?
Hate ain't worth a dollar and a lie ain't worth a cent, so
Who you workin' for, who you represent?
What if what you believe
Don't agree with what you perceive?
On a beach with bikinis, butt shots and lust
Havin' trust is a reach, like Abdul Kareem
Life on your heels, a pair of Louboutins
Louboutins make good fuel for things
Project livin,' government assistance
Knife on your sheath won't cut through the cheese
Made to blaze trails and cut through the leaves
Stuck to my dream, like, fuck you beneath
Missionary, it's a scary leap
Prison carry many buriะตd seeds
Mother Mary, son done made a visionary
Out a kid, could barะตly see feet
Pass is block and out of stock is bound to stock
And put fruit upon family tree, preach
I keep some weed for all my visitors
I keep some drank too, too
They roll that leaf and slur their sentences
That shit be dank too
But what's the price we pay for common sense?
What's the price we pay for common sense or that grain we go against?
What's the price we pay for common sense?
What's the price we pay for common sense? Ain't common
That's why I don't f*** with humans
Swear all I need is me, some tree, and you know
A little bit to sip on
And I know it's small doses of poison, but I swear
If I listened to people, I wouldn't have peace
These niggas sound like the Feds
Still there's a price on my head for playing my position
Half of my heart been misled
The other half get depression, but I halfway listen
Do-re-mi, faithfully
But lately, I hate to see
The patience it be takin' me to sit still
Would it kill me to follow his will?
Apologize, spoke too soon
That rose aimin' at an open wound
That rose aimin' at an open wound
December rain in the heart of June
I still got weed for all my visitors
I got some drank too
We rollin' leaf and slurrin' sentences
That shit be dank too
But what's the price we pay for common sense?
What's the price we pay for common sense or that grain we go against?
What's the price we pay for common sense?
What's the price we pay? Ayy-ee
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It seem like
The more sane I try to be, the more insane I feel, but
The more I embrace how different I am
The more everything makes sense
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