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de Derek Pope

Do it faithfully
I don't think they're really who they claim to be
Been in LA think it jaded me
Didn't call you that was the faded me
Woah

On the edge of the map then I drop
Keep a watch, demons pop up open shop
Walk the walls like I'm S-W-A-T, could you not?
Stir the pot, goldie locked at my spot
LA bop, she got face but no thoughts, yea
Like a church with no God just a box, yea
What's your purp, did you write yourself a plot yet?
And we taking what you got, yea
You live in a glass house
Careful when we rock, yea

Do it faithfully
I don't think they're really who they claim to be
Been in LA think it jaded me
Didn't call you that was the faded me

And when they came through for the round-up
Blood-stained smiles when they found us
People only there when you up now
Wonder why I never come around much
Ain't enough 'round here to go round
Wish I knew then what I know now
Had to get it popping on my own, wow
Cloudy with a chance it feel like home now
And I think I gotta slow down
All these drugs make me feel alone
Rarely taking pictures when I go out
Everybody looking like a clone now

Do it faithfully
I don't think they're really who they claim to be
Been in LA think it jaded me
Didn't call you that was the faded me
Woah

On the edge of the map then I drop

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