| I ain’t the same person that I used to be
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| But you ain’t gon change
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| I know that’s supposed to mean something
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| I ain’t even light I’m just lost in the breeze
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| I’m just tryna live free
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| Life’s too short to be stressed like me
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| I ain’t got the time to waste yeah I can’t
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| Even when I’m sad I get lost in the beat
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| Man I’m back on my shit
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| I do it for the love and not the profit
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| Working day and night yeah and I ain’t stopping
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| I hug the beat like I missed it
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| Kiss it with my fingers getting itching
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| Meditation is my mission
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| Viking ride the waters be tradition
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| I change gears to
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| And burry rappers like they were
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| What is about you and me that got me tripping
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| My mind warping bending as I try to see the vision
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| But missus you missed it
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| My friend broken not ready
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| And I see what I see
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| The rate of vision more deadly
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| Than the eyes of a beast
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| Now it’s time to go feast
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| It’s just me and myself
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| And this girl that don’t leave
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| But it’s still probably my mind
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| We can just go to the beach
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| Walk around while the sun sets so beautifully |
| Now I’m, town Lazyboy, bad man, King Tut, East Village
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| Roaming in the badlands
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| Flip the game on its head
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| Go and do a handstand
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| Looking bad shaggy I can tell that it’s a bad plan
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| I’d retreat if I were you
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| Well maybe grab my tool and then proceed to let it shoot
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| But maybe I’m invincible
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| This hit would never wound
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| I just hit em with a smile and then I do just what I do
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| Comment allez-vous? |
| Living with Danny, Won, and Ruth
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| Ça va? |
| I’m in the stu- scratch that I’m in the booth
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| Never catch me at a party I’m just dancing in my room |