Find me chiefin'
Your girl on her knees, feastin'
I stay high
Because you all stay low
Got you all hooked on this flow
My heart blacker than the feather of a crow
Marching to my own drummer. None of my ducks in a row
Never again will I sink so low
Growing up I played alone
Talking to voices on a broken telephone
Teachers saying I matched the guidelines of a psychopath
But that was the past
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 9:59 PM UTC
Find me chiefin'
Your girl on her knees, feastin'
I stay high
Because you all stay low
Got you all hooked on this flow
My heart blacker than the feather of a crow
Marching to my own drummer. None of my ducks in a row
Never again will I sink so low
Growing up I played alone
Talking to voices on a broken telephone
Teachers saying I matched the guidelines of a psychopath
But that was the past
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