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Spitting ugly and I'm good looking
'Bout point seven in this blunt burning
Putting shallow on the back burner
Killed the Master like I'm Nat Turner
Spitting ugly and I'm good looking
'Bout point seven in this blunt burning
Putting shallow on the back burner
Killed the Master like I'm Nat Turner

Making moves lil baby I ain't stunning
I was ova East wit Brady one hunnit
Pessimistic, I just got a new honey
I just taught her how to make a lil money
Lil, lil, lil, lil money
Lil, lil, lil, lil money lil
Counting up and i'm spitting real ugly (real ugly)
Counting up and i'm spitting real ugly
If it's ever gon' work gotta trust me
If it's ever gon' work gotta love me
I think this weed it got me passive
I think i'm waking up my dragons
I'm still sipping on my chalice
I kept smoking on my cabbage
Twenty seven and I'm damaged

Spitting ugly and I'm good looking
'Bout point seven in this blunt burning
Putting shallow on the back burner
Killed the Master like I'm Nat Turner

Yes, uh
Corporate tried turn me to a slave
Sharing all these thoughts without the pay
I don't even really want the fame
Lately I been seeing through the game
Get you out the way if you the same
Adjacent bar will never hit the same
Twenty four I'm driving in a lane
Twenty seven and i'm damaged yes
(We ain't gotta talk about that though)
(Alright yea uh yea uh yea uh)

Spitting ugly and I'm good looking
'Bout point seven in this blunt burning
Putting shallow on the back burner
Killed the Master like I'm Nat Turner
Spitting ugly and I'm good looking
'Bout point seven in this blunt burning
Putting shallow on the back burner
Killed the Master like I'm Nat Turner

Deep in the darkest corners of consciousness
Covert thoughts keep rattlin' my confidence
What things would I do if there wasn't consequence?
Shit got me second guessing my common sense
More that I fight it the more that it on repeat
Witness to scenes I can't unsee
Mind travel to places I don't wanna be
Confrontin' the darkness inside of me
Pondering things that I don't wanna think about
Ethical questions I don't wanna figure out
Dropping inhibitions I don't wanna live without
Challenge intuitions I don't wanna bring in doubt
Unlimited power source that turns into a prison
Paradox of choice, and infinite indecision
Not religion, at the mercy of this fucked up inner voice
Just a fatal exploit, call of the void

Spitting ugly and I'm good looking
'Bout point seven in this blunt burning
Putting shallow on the back burner
Killed the Master like I'm Nat Turner

Good looking
Blunt burning
Back burner
Like I'm Nat Turner
Good looking
Blunt burning
Back burner
Like I'm Nat Turner