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Oh yeah, oh yeah oh yeah Oh yeah, oh yeah oh yeah I've been a pro but I proceed with conscience Yeah, look Uh, right, look Something to figure out Another grey day, stuck in a figure 8 Wait slow down, Running roundabouts couldn't figure which way to go now North side but also south bound Pick the collective right by the Chi Town I'm calling the time out It grew a pair of wings thats too alarming I'm not here to bargain or barter Begging for your pardon forgot to play my cards So here's a joke to get me started Every time I trip, try not to slip fall like the autumn And Michael told me that he's going all in Got service in these bars so no wonder these labels calling And that's very often (very often man) But still the stress got me balling So all I really know is how to proceed with conscience Picture perfect been my recordings Looking for my mind I think I lost it Probably underground or in the clouds 'til the day that i'm in a coffin Pay the price for my karma but now it's costing Proceed with conscience Picture perfect been my recordings Looking for my mind I think I lost it Probably underground or in the clouds 'til the day that i'm in a coffin Pay the price for my karma but now it's costing Proceed with conscience Proceed with conscience man keep your head on a swivel, be aware of your surroundings Be cautious and conscious PROseed (oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah PROseed) I'm on my high horse, kick rappers straight to forrest Just to plant a seed 'cuz their boring I'm trynna flourish One day I'll get my flowers not talking about a florist Trap door my chorus, got you 'hooked' wanting more of it [I got you hooked ha!] So check me out I been running 'round hard to settle down Still on 2 feet, 10 toes stepped on a playing ground But anyhow, 360 degrees when the sound surround Feel like I never had a home so I had to get out the house What's that about? Signing out as I press this spliff to my mouth Got sativas for my mornings I can't be locked in the couch nah Left hand what I use on these written trips Pull the strings with no riff but somehow i'm so close to the 'clef' [What? Bruh have you lost your mind you don't even know how to pronounce words anymore? Get it together bruh - cliff/clef what you trynna say? C'mon bruh, do better] Picture perfect be my recordings Looking for my mind I think I lost it Probably underground or in the clouds 'til the day that i'm in a coffin Pay the price for my karma but now it's costing Proceed with conscience Picture perfect be my recordings Looking for my mind I think I lost it Probably underground or in the clouds 'til the day that i'm in a coffin Pay the price for my karma but now it's costing PROseed with CONscience
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