| When I feel like nothing I gotta get up to somethin
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| If you feel like nothing you better get up
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| And when they test you, are you gonna pass or fail?
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| Got lost in your face, like I’m following acid trails
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| She tried to call me when she got outta jail
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| It rained forever and ever, went to the voicemail
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| This goes to all my birdies out in Albuquerque
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| Don’t ever let 'em put the thermometer in your turkey
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| Raw like Nenh Cherry and Eddie Murphy
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| If your posse’s full of outlaws, you might b my attorney
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| I wear my sunglasses at the airport
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| I’m horizontal on the carpeted floor by the food court
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| But my shoes are clean, neither are missing
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| A player wakes up before he dreams about pissing
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| Back when I was green I used to rap to be seen
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| I just wanted to be a part of the team
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| But now I miss 'em blue jeans, looking like Bruce Springsteen
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| Know what I mean? |
| It wasn’t even close to Halloween
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| You smell like a pillowcase full of sugar
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| Please, you probably got some cheese up in your burger
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| Hoes gotta eat too, peace, Mr. Witherspoon
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| Leaves in a swimming pool, listen fool
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| If it’s all the same to you, tell me how you gonna kick it
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| Like a kangaroo, when you sound like dude
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| That sounds like another dude, robber from the inner tube
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| What’s the hullabaloo, we need the who?
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| They call me Sean, I used to hang out with your aunt
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| Toke a little kush and play a little tonk
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| I knew your daddy and your fast-ass mom
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| So what, so what, so what you want? |
| What you want, huh?
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| I drove the bandwagon
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| Used to have fantasies of vanities as in the last dragon
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| I’m closing in on fifty and my fashion is flagrant
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| I’m officially too old for these pants to be sagging
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| When you don’t know where you are put your eyes to the sky
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| And identify the North Star
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| Watch it as it storms toward the podium like give me your support
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| Before I go, young buck up in your guts with a dinner fork
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| Pull a little liquor out for the diseased
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| And spit a sick forty for my fortunate peeps
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| I only came here to catch a couple of looks
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| And pull some fish out your lake with my rust hooks
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| When I feel like nothing I gotta get up to something
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| If you feel like nothing you better get up to something
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| When you feel like nothing you gotta get up to something
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| If you feel like nothing you better get up |