| And the story goes never how the story’s told
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| Just woke up out a dream with my brain bent
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| Life glares mixed with nightmares
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| And now I’m tryna make it all make sense
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| I’m on my eighth sense, yo you know it ain’t shit
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| We ain’t grow up living the life nigga
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| It was poison in the place where we came from
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| We ain’t grow up in no paradise nigga
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| I lay in bed while staring at the ceiling
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| While the scenes from the dreams is slowly disappearing
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| Got me thinking wish I could rewind time, yo just trippin'
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| Yo, rewind time do a lot of things different
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| Like moved out the game wouldn’t of done it all the same
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| Wouldn’t of been outside a club to rob a nigga for a chain
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| Probably should’ve remained in that church a little longer
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| But I didn’t now I’m standing thinking death’s around the corner
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| Uh, but make no mistakes yo
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| Made many mistakes though
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| Can’t even fake so someone have to pay fo'
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| Got a lotta hate fo' so I had to pace slow
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| What does it all mean?
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| To lose your soul to try to live an American dream
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| Fuck a life here, I’d rather go to sleep and live inside my nightmare |