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One, one, one Two, two, two, two Two, two Said, said, yeah You can find me where the city meets the skyline Knocking back the whiskey like it's white wine Say she's finished work and so I bide time 'til I take her guard off and put it down beside mine It's fine, we watch the world go by Saw the whole world through my girl's own eyes And they were pale like the photo size 'Cause everybody talks the truth, no she knows those guys, but who? really, nothing of concern, see the city's on fire Watch the bridges as they burn I disappear now I'm wishing she'd return At the same time, wishing I could learn All this paper that I earned The first bird gets the worm The second mouse gets the cheese, trust And I been sat down doing this with ease Too much, P's, someone take it for me please, please Can't get up Spine won't let up Lump in my neck Ain't got time for a check up I'm fed up But what am I to do? I'm worried 'bout you Sayin' that my mind won't let up Spine won't let up Lump in my neck Ain't got time for a check up I'm fed up, yeah But what am I to do If I'm worried 'bout you? I didn't write a second verse So I'll kick a free I'm all about being me LC ripping mics in the place to be Ezra Collective, we do this so frequently It's me on the flipping mic Yeah, I said it right I say it twice if I do this like every night Shouts to Jorja Met on the stage, grab a water Now I talk to missus 'bout her daughter Yeah, I oughta switch up the flow a bit Let me see if I can come a bit more legit In a boat, no joke I don't smoke Give a toke, I don't do that Coming with some new raps, so who's that? LC on the bigger mic I might have said that twice But anyways, let me get away and come back Kickin' real raps Yeah, have that Let up Won't get up Lump in my neck Ain't got time for a check up I'm fed up, ah But what am I to do? I'm worried 'bout you Yo I'm sayin' that my mind won't let up Spine won't let up Lump in my neck Ain't got time for a check up I'm fed up, yeah But what am I to do If I'm worried 'bout you? Yo, I writ another 15 or 16 I never worry, keep my clean I seen drugs ruin lives of the pristine From the brown, all the way down to the stiff green The streets are mean but my mother ain't And every late night, yeah, my mum would wait And when I staggered home, drunk in a dumber state Say it straight, she'd fix me a plate, stuff it in my face I'd never run around the bits with the bangers really But still the bangers in the bits either fan or fear me 'Cause if I talk about my feelings and them man are near me Chuck in some raps, get a a daps, they can see it clearly 'Cause it's inside of them I grab the paper and I ride the pen Livin' this life, I ain't tryna end So I can kick it for a foe, never mind a friend Waiting for feelings I can rhyme again Ah, can't get up Mind won't let up Lump in my neck Ain't got time for a check up I'm fed up But what am I to do? I'm worried 'bout you Yo I'm sayin' that my mind won't let up Spine won't get up Lump in my neck Ain't got time for a check up I'm fed up But what am I to do? I'm worried 'bout you I can't get up Won't let up In my neck Ain't got time for a check up And yeah, I'm fed up, yo But what am I to do If I been worried 'bout you? I been saying that my mind won't let up Spine won't get up Lump in my neck Ain't got time for a check up I'm fed up But what am I to do If I been worried 'bout you? You, you, you If I been worried 'bout you I sing it now One, one, one Two, two, two