| Dessessop m’i ekil yadot pu ekow I, yeah
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| Efil tsap ym morf revo 'nideelb seussi
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| I woke up with too much on my chest
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| (I woke up and realized I didn’t even remember my dream and…)
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| I didn’t know I gave it everything 'til I realized that I had nothing else left
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| Issues bleedin' over from my past life (Tryna take care of everybody)
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| (I don’t know)
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| I wonder
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| I wonder if my karma’s up and this is my last life to get it right
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| Transcend (Transcend, transcend)
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| The days are getting shorter, I noticed
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| Seems like time is moving fast forward while I’m in slow motion (Slow)
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| Losing loved ones with really no one to cope with
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| It’s cool, my third and my fourth eye open, damn
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| (Thank you, God, so much)
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| I dodged a cell, but still locked on the cell
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| I never thought I’d see the day my mom wouldn’t agree with Oprah and Gayle
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| Myra Denise was my peace, a heaven on earth and living hell
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| Who gave me everything, but never took anything for herself
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| Imagine '06 Impala with zero mileage
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| Seventeen, baggy clothes, not like Billie Eilish
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| Some niggas grow old but not up, they still as childish
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| Demons wearin' mask as my friends, they favorite disguises (Woah)
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| But niggas not gon' forget about me like niggas forgot 'bout how
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| Harriet was supposed to be on top of that twenty dollars (Straight up)
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| Dawg, my life a scene out of Casablanca, you got it wrong, I’m the monster
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| Burning Man, Ayahuasca (Burning), my check up, no diagnostics (Woo)
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| You disappear in the D like you Jimmy Hoffa (Gone)
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| I play my part like Leo without the Oscar (Damn)
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| Underrated, but you still gotta watch it
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| Yeah, maneuvered through it, I had to do it (Do it)
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| Show’s lookin' like Latin music
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| 'Cept tonight we in Houston, the next night is Chattanooga (Oh)
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| But it’s still Latins that’s rappin' to it (Oh)
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| Pursuit of happiness, I had to prove it
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| The best part 'bout problems is problems all come with solutions
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| That’s why I don’t focus on no legacy shit
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| All I care about is pluggin' friends and fam, that’s it (That's it)
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| And being the missing link to all their goals and dreams, that’s it
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| And sinkin' the winning shot while I’m triple teamed for the chip, bitch
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| And I’ma let my whole soul glow
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| I can’t kick it with you no more, can’t miss no more goals
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| Best linens and my bitch sound like she Yoko Ono
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| When the reaper say it’s time to go, I’ma say, «No, no, no»
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| (How I’m supposed to leave all this? For what?)
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| People are hungry for
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| For something that means, really means something
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| They’re hungry, man, they’re like, fucking
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| You know what I mean? |
| They…
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| Because they’re starving, they get so much bullshit, you know? |
| Bullshit,
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| there’s so much of it
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| What’s my purpose?
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| Why is my purpose?
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| Where is my purpose?
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| I am purpose
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| When I compare my purpose to someone else’s
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| Then it is no longer my purpose
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| Disconnect to reconnect (Disconnect to reconnect) |