| My boy told me it’s time to blow
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| And even though I wanna believe I’m ready, I don’t know
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| I’m 24 but I’m going on like a five year old
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| Dad’s telling me that it’s time that I bag it home
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| But right now I just wanna ride 'round until my mind explodes
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| Because I really don’t wanna be nothing
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| Here the mind’s right when he’s writing, sipping a bottle of something
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| Yeah, nine times on a high, ready, I gotta be fronting
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| I was just tryina blend in
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| Loads of the time I know I was pretending
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| Most of the guys I been roaming been penned down
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| Same guys I was riding bars were behind the bars
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| And it’s kinda hard and now I found my hobby and kinda foster it
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| Every time I start spitting rhymes I can’t
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| It’s like that time inside my mind is darker now
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| The new vibe I can’t let go
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| What if I fall?
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| What if I fall from here?
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| The thought of it all is more than my heart can bear |