| Yeah, uh huh
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| Yeah
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| I’m workin' on a world premiere
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| And I could see the world from here
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| They ask where I’m going from here
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| Shit, anywhere long as the runway is clear
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| Shit, music business movin' too fast for me (God damn)
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| Wishin' I still had Mac wit' me
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| How do you tell a nigga slow it down when you livin' just as fast as 'em?
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| I couldn’t understand when I see 'em stretched out cold on the pavement
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| Niggas catch T-K-O's on occasion
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| Wishin' I could save 'em, what was I to say?
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| I was doin' dates, dippin' in and out of state
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| We was goin' in to get away
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| Sick of feelin' so outta place
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| Wishin' I could save ya, what was I to say?
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| Wishin' I could save ya, but now it’s too late
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| Now, is this really what I wanted?
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| Is it really worth the pain?
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| Now am I really an asshole? |
| Fuck what you say
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| Don’t do me no favors, let’s get back to basics
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| We live for today, bitch, look up out my way, bitch
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| I’m losin' all my aces, I’m runnin' outta patience
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| Got some pretty faces knowin' what my name is
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| Up in high places, I got some new neighbors
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| They don’t really say shit but when they see the spaceship
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| They just think I ride with some form of entertainment
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| But they don’t know I’m black, young, gifted and amazin'
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| You know I had to close my eyes, yeah
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| And if I have to free my mind
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| I may not have the lane, movin' all along
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| Knowin' that I can’t do it on my own
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| And if I got the pain feelin' comin' out
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| Have to run away, think I’m goin' home
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| You know I’m workin' on a world premiere
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| And I could see the world from here
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| I know you somewhere in the atmosphere
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| I know someday I’ll meet you halfway there (Cheers)
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| They say there’s nothin' you can do about it
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| Can’t say that I’m new to sorrow
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| Wishin' I could take your problems trade 'em for a little more time wit’chu
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| Carry you out the bottom, the weight of the world, I got it
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| Sprouted wit’chu on my shoulder, the greatest honor to know ya
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| I’d rather be honest wit’cha, I hate you ain’t in the picture
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| I hate all them fake niggas claimin' like they gon' really miss ya
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| I know there’s no one to blame
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| Maybe the point that I’m missin'
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| But I needed a minute, just give me a minute
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| You know I had to close my eyes, yeah
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| And if I have to free my mind
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| I may not have the lane, movin' all along
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| Knowin' that I can’t do it on my own
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| And if I got the pain feelin' comin' out
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| Have to run away, think I’m goin' home
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| Oh, say it ain’t so!
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| Tears keep fallin' down my eyes
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| Damn it, I miss you, I should be with you
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| Can’t turn back the hands of time but I should be with you
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| I miss my friend
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| Damn it, I miss you
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| Can’t bring you back
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| These pictures I’m seein' are fuckin' me up, and
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| And I don’t know what to do but reminisce and face the pain
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| Back in the day before you were a dog and you were just pup
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| Bangin' beats and bringin' bitches back to the tour bus
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| Excuse me, y’all, I know this Paak. |
| shit, I just need a second
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| It’s Q-Tip in this bitch and I’m just in here reflectin'
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| Head on collisions with memories in the intersection
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| Lookin' in my rearview, wishin' I could be near you
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| The freeways of my mind are crowded with traffic
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| The good times that we had and them bad habits
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| Look at me now, look around, last man standin'
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| Grown man cryin' like a child tryna understand it
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| So sick of sendin' flowers to all my of brother’s mommas
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| Don’t know what’s harder, fightin' trauma or keepin' a promise
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| A true confession breath is blessin', without a question
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| But niggas don’t get the message 'til they get disconnected
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| My story ain’t over, I’m still turnin' pages
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| But the picture that I painted with you in it has faded
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| My queen, my dreams and even my wages
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| I know what it means to lose everything when you made it
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| Rags to the riches and back to the rags is muh’fucka
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| The consequence of puttin' all your chips in one bucket
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| To be honest, I feel like gettin' right back to these commas
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| You mother fuckers keep the drama
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| I’m workin' on a world premiere
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| And I could see the world from here
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| I know there must be somethin' after here
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| I know some day I’ll meet ya halfway there in the atmosphere
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| Cheers
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| Free my mind
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| You know I had to close my eyes
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| Close my eyes
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| You know I have to free my mind
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| Oooooh
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| You know I had to close my eyes
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| You know it’s time for me…
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| You know I have to free my mind
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| Free my…
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| Free
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| Free
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| Free my…
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| …My mind
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| My mind
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| My Mind |