| Nuh
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| Not the type that will hype success 'cause I know it’s all fake (Know it’s all
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| fake)
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| Can’t express how I feel when I feel that it’s all the same
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| So just give me one for the road (Road)
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| I’m tired of being alone (Alone)
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| From the fans with the love and my soul, I
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| Let it run, let it run, let it run, oh!
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| What up? |
| Yeah, I’m back; |
| I don’t need a minute
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| Never falling off track, I don’t see the finish
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| Let me hear you motherfuckers only seen the and
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| Drop in head-first you don’t even got your feet up in it
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| Everybody got a chance despite hurt and
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| Everybody got a voice using the right words and
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| Talkin' 'bout the guns, how your piece just might burst and
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| Sitting at the keyboard typing those fight words like
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| I don’t wanna see another, uh, rapper with some, uh
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| Heat up in my comment section, like
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| Maybe if you spent a little time on your shit
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| And less time hatin' mine like you’re trying to convince yourself
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| That you ain’t wasting your time on a dream
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| Try to be a hotshot, Charlie Sheen
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| And I’m allergic to the bullshit that everybody brings
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| So I’m rolling to the show with a pocket of antihistamines, yeah!
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| 'Still the body to beat, 'cause anyone who put me up against I’ll probably beat
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| And fuck the fashion, I just put another heart on the sleeve
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| You need a doctor for your head and I ain’t talkin' 'bout Beats now, yeah!
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| It’s a different dimension and now
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| Upside down with this whack shit is evident
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| But they still argue the best when content with them
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| I do not question, bitch, I am Eleven, like (I am Eleven, like)
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| You don’t understand this
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| I hopped out the mothership; |
| crashed and landed
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| And got a fanbase like I rock and stand with
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| I murder shit, hang with me, Aaron Hernandez!
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| Be like «Where you been, though?»
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| I’m on the inside; |
| world is a window
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| Now remember when things were so simple, so simple
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| But, you don’t talk, but you’re saying a lot now
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| Spread wings and they got me shot down
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| I lost friends to the game and dropped out
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| They try to bring it up but my father’s not 'round
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| These thoughts coming and I’m startin' to go low
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| And I don’t even really have the time for those ghosts
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| I got a little voice in my head you don’t know
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| But I don’t need a Death Star plan to go rogue
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| And look at her page but it’s plain like tough luck
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| And got a lot of people that are hoping I’m done stuck
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| And rippin' out my heart 'cause I dealt with enough love
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| You think I care what you think?
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| You got me fucked up, I’m
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| Losing and giving you everything
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| All your judgment is prior to sentencing
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| Motherfuckers ain’t even a second-stream
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| Movement so fast, I’m so high, no amphetamines
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| God, I’m just freaking out; |
| let me breathe
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| When the heart’s gone cold: Mr. Freeze
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| Thought I’d seen it all but I couldn’t believe
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| And all these dudes started hatin' 'cause I don’t smoke trees
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| But see, I just don’t really got the time
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| To come help me to define where I fit into the lines
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| And a price to confine and find that everything has been designed
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| But I’m trying to bottle down all of my feelings in my rhyme
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| So they got me in a blind
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| Looking to write the right song
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| And make it outta the underground blind the sign on
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| To anyone willin' to make a record that I’m on
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| And taking away control, starting the clock of this time bomb, I’m
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| Too dirty, y’all heard me
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| Got my whole party against me, go Bernie!
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| Note these labels still tryna sign me
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| Get 'em on the phone, Bill O’Reilly, yeah!
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| Now everyone knows that I’m probably losing it
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| Two jobs, two loves, one movement
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| Mission: Impossible, Tom Cruise shit
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| No label, no management
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| My job, my life, my energy
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| No walls, no roadblocks
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| If anything, I got enough love from fans to battle everything, yeah!
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| I don’t really know what you take me for (Take me for)
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| But I don’t think that I can take no more (Take no more)
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| I’m 'bout to do it all again
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| Got some voices in my head
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| And they wanna see me fall down (Fall down)
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| I don’t really know what you take me for (Take me for)
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| But I don’t think that I can take no more (Take no more)
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| I’m 'bout to do it all again
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| Got some voices in my head
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| And they wanna see me fall down (Fall down)
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| Fall down (Fall down)
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| Fall down (Fall down)
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| Fall down (Fall down)
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| Fall down (Fall down, fall down, fall down…) |