| I used to be in love with Brooklyn
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| Way before I ever got to go to Brooklyn
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| And I really enjoyed the first time I stayed there
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| But disappointed about how clean them trains were
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| Spray paint to debate the claim
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| But she say «the fake fur don’t taste the same»
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| But your chips on your church and save your place
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| But first make sure that that’s the ace of spades, huh
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| You know you got it made in the fade
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| When the worst case scenario’s a big bowl of cereal
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| I tried to state my case to the stewardess
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| To let me take the steering wheel, but they don’t hear me though
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| I know that I could fly this bitch and if the bitch don’t fly I’ll build a
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| pirate ship
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| And when the bottle tips, the model hits the ground
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| But they love you whenever you’re around
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| You know, still got a long way to go
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| But I ain’t the only one to put it all on the road
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| You know, grow up just to take up space
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| We don’t need an excuse to chase what we chase
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| Still got a long way to go
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| But I ain’t the only one to put it all on the road
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| You know, judge us on the love that we make
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| We don’t need an excuse to chase what we chase
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| But the frame didn’t fall when the mirror broke
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| I can’t recall what life was like a year ago
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| Spit it on the front row, disappear, I’m ghost
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| Call me Smokey like I’m rolling with some miracles (coals)
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| I got a yard full of love, it grows like a garden with guards to guard it
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| Around the same time that this party started
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| We was on the red carpet with artist access
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| Shooting down garbage for target practice
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| Martians living in the margin
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| Imagine the clean streets and the dirty police
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| We tryna keep the peace while disturbin' the peace
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| You know, hitchhike to the mountain’s top
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| To take a picture of the peak that surrounds your thoughts
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| And my favorite spot to catch a drink still be down the block
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| From wherever you sleep
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| You know, still got a long way to go
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| But I ain’t the only one to put it all on the road
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| You know, grow up just to take up space
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| We don’t need an excuse to chase what we chase
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| Still got a long way to go
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| But I ain’t the only one to put it all on the road
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| You know, judge us on the love that we make
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| We don’t need an excuse to chase what we chase
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| All these days are numbered
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| Falling forward, failing upwards
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| All these roads to Eden
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| Maps to nowhere, cold to breathe in
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| All these days are numbered
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| Falling forward, failing upwards
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| All these roads to Eden
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| Maps to nowhere, cold to breathe in
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| All these days are numbered
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| Falling forward, failing upwards
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| All these roads to Eden
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| Maps to nowhere, cold to breathe in
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| All these days are numbered
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| Falling forward, failing upwards
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| All these roads to Eden
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| Maps to nowhere… it's cold
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| If your hands get free, abandon ship
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| Uhm I think parrots are danky |