| I know you can see the
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| Bucket of opportunity when it’s raining
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| Dehydrated be givin' me dedication
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| I take at look at your bottle and then I look at my bottle
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| The only difference in mine is yours name brand
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| Any water to waste and I feel a pain
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| My crystal frame put me in situation to gain (sike)
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| It miss alot like driving behind a 14 wheeler in pouring rain
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| You understand what im sayin', right?
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| Beside the letter I am the coefficient
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| And ninety-seven percent of the water ain’t good for drinking
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| We switched water way before in the beginning
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| Without a label attached
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| You probably won’t know the difference (uh)
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| A chance close clockwise as soon as caps turn
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| Reverse cam lookin' forward to moving backwards
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| Your possibilities isn’t from different fountains
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| They just puttin' a price tag on it and switch it outfits
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| Now it’s awkward your agua tryna be the exact
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| It took a liter of my hope for me to react
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| You actin' like you gotta put the ingredients back
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| You think a flower give a fuck if it’s Fiji or tap?
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| And people always assuming on everything
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| Believin' the animals will live longer with Poland Spring
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| Opportunities may dress different
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| But mine’s ain’t worth less
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| You wanna dehydrate work less
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| The Lord never put our lives in the same order
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| Never two of the same sides on the same quarter
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| I’m surefooted in my life ain’t no damn sorta
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| And besides I don’t need your name brand water
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| The Lord never put our lives in the same order
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| Never two of the same sides on the same quarter
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| I’m surefooted in my life ain’t no damn sorta
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| And besides I don’t need your name brand water
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| Look this world got me
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| Down to a couple ounces tryna preorder
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| Them new J’s was about 10 gallons of water
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| The landlord gettin' plain sick of me
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| Cause my checks been goin' down the drain literally
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| Was sacrificing a shower
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| I get paid about a half a bottle an hour
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| That’s not enough
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| Even when it’s ninety degrees
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| Man that’s hot enough
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| Caught you here cracking a voice
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| No Donald Duck, bottled up
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| I take a stroll with my last 50 milliliters
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| And seen a young kid ballin up in his ripped Adidas
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| Dehydrated in his form when he made 10 shots in a row
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| Gave him the water
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| You wanna hear the reason
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| And he was so damn thankful
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| The shoes all tangled
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| So i took my 2's off ankle
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| Knowing they won’t fit
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| But you can trade them for gallons right now
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| So you can be hydrated to practice
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| Years passed and young boy drafted
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| I knew that it was in him he was so damn captive
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| Speaking on beliefs I know how you
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| And he wore my shoes on his first career game
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| That’s a real thang
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| Asked how I’m living and I say i’m living well
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| If you need a drink, knowin' I’m a living well
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| To those I give drinks to will never thirst
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| Yea, Bible said it first so I’m tryna be a
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| The Lord never put our lives in the same order
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| Never two of the same sides on the same quarter
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| I’m surefooted in my life ain’t no damn sorta
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| And besides I don’t need your name brand water
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| The Lord never put our lives in the same order
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| Never two of the same sides on the same quarter
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| I’m surefooted in my life ain’t no damn sorta
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| And besides I don’t need your name brand water
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| Look, your opportunity no greater than mine
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| A total different environment i got my design
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| You only give one life it’s up to you to decide
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| You diluting with water, die looting of mine
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| The steel that stood still reaching boiling points
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| A self esteem to the cloud that annoyed of the voice
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| Evaporating the air but really what do you care
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| And either way you compare I’m still seeing it clear
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| And yea, your opportunity no greater in worth
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| And sacrificing my own and people dying of thirst
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| You only get one life it’s up to you to determine
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| You either closing or open, looking at it you turning
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| This still with good will why you frozen in ice?
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| And stinginess with your bottle, you ain’t holding it right
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| My water eternal life, I swear I got it from Christ
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| It’s handed over light you can’t give it a price, it’s light
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| The Lord never put our lives in the same order
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| Never two of the same sides on the same quarter
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| I’m surefooted in my life ain’t no damn sorta
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| And besides I don’t need your name brand water
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| The Lord never put our lives in the same order
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| Never two of the same sides on the same quarter
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| I’m surefooted in my life ain’t no damn sorta
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| And besides I don’t need your name brand water |