| Shadows
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| Chasing shadows
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| Or are they chasing me
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| Been at this for a minute, resurrected more than once
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| Late nights to early mornings, eyes burn from lack of slum —
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| Ber, I make 'em slur under a cloud of smoke and herb
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| And social lubricants, used to then lubricate their
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| Sneak in some sleep when no ones looking
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| Behind the stage while symbols crash, and random club I’m booked in
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| I’m out performing for my kind, and they shoving and pushing
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| I’m out surfing over their minds and they providing cushion… Search
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| I don’t get mad if I’m overlooked in their mags
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| See, the race’s longer than all these blogger’s half-assed paragraphs
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| So will they last? |
| I don’t know
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| The beast is so hungry, we all liable to go
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| Since I was just a child, I would beg for this shit out loud
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| And keep my guardian angels up, mental masturbating for hours
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| Try to master as many styles as I can before my goodbyes
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| At least that’s what I say when I wonder if I wasted my life
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| Shadows
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| Chasing shadows
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| Or are they chasing me
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| If I turn the lights down, I can see you disappear
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| But when they come back on I’m positive you start to interfere
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| And I’m addicted to the flicker, the flash and the liquor
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| But every time I light it up, the shadow gets thicker
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| Despite our best attempts to rid ourselves of past mistakes
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| I find me chasing shadows that I’m scared to face
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| So now my family’s facing things that could leave some disgrace
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| After a life of fairy tales, I’m now lying awake
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| Do you believe in American dreams, hittin' this country to get a degree
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| Workin' few jobs just to make a tuition, then pick up another to buy food to eat
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| Schooled in the ways of the capital taste, go get your money or get out the way
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| Step over bodies as if it’s a hobby, until they decide that this boy’s out of
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| place
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| Then they take all your things
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| Hope you got money cause these boys hope that the people don’t win
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| They want us to all stay asleep on our feet so they keep trying to buy these
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| new things
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| I guess that they think that we dumb
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| I guess that they think that we probably too busy, in love with the shadow we
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| made under the sun
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| Shadows
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| Chasing shadows
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| Or are they chasing me
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| Or are they chasing me (x2) |