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Doing Well

Rolling streets, lazy beats
Coffee @ 1
Son of a gun
Traffic lights, bar room fights
They don't phase me, coffee @ 3
Open hands, cry demands
Pockets empty
Like a disease it goes on

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Fly fly fly
I know you'll be doing well
Goodbye, bye, bye
I'm sure you'll be doing well

Anxiety, caucaphany,
Wakes me from sleep, wasn't too deep
Walked downtown, same old clowns
They don't phase me
Turning a cheek
Sexy honey, talking to me
Sweet as a peach
Just out of reach
Can't hold on

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