| Midnight guitar strumming, being one with the moon
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| Laying down my lyrics, near a lovely lagoon
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| With a bucket of shrooms, and a staffy to pat
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| Mans best friend, yeah I’m happy with that
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| I wanna be happy, I bet that we all do
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| Ninety percent think they’ll never afford to
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| What a shame what moneys done to the brain
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| Any country any colour everyone’s in it’s range
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| It’s like (uh), but I dodge the missiles
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| So duck down motherfuckers hip-hop's the issue
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| I will not get played, like hansel and gretel
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| Do it for the dollar, or dance with the devil
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| You know why, cause I know how to fight back
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| And transform this mic stand into a spike bat
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| So with a smile on my dial I write raps
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| And hold down my ground till the empire strikes back
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| It’s me, and I’m a tell you how I feel
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| I’m the real, I’ll be flying with or without a deal
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| Can’t tackle what you can’t touch
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| It won’t matter when you can’t love
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| So imagine me at your window singing this song
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| With twenty eight thousand kids straight up singing along
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| So through basics eyes, I’ll be blessing the beat
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| With a raw reputation like everly street, rest in peace
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| I won’t be put down, I won’t be shackled
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| I won’t be held back, I won’t be tackled
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| I won’t be locked up, I won’t be thrown out
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| Now that I know how to fly
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| Now that I know how to fly
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| I won’t be put down, I won’t be shackled
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| I won’t be held back, I won’t be tackled
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| I won’t be locked up, I won’t be thrown out
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| Now that I know how to fly
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| Now that I know how to fly
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| (Oh yeah, uh huh, it goes like this check it out, yo)
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| From the seas turn region I roam
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| On my tree trapeze, through the leaves I have flown
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| In stained glass skies, the evening unfolds
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| (In the dark) Stay sharp like a beak of the crow
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| I just creep on the low, through my secret window
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| Feel the niche and my mic plugs a leak in the boat
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| Never hit the mainstream in the creek where I row
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| Feel the wind in the willows from the breeze when it-
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| When it’s freezing below, when I’m deep in the snow
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| Opened up my heart, brought heat to the cold
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| And I, won’t follow sheep like a clone
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| In this, rat race they compete for the throne
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| Treat freedom of speech like a breach of the code
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| So I unleash and stampede the beat with a flow
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| Oh lord! |
| All I want is peace for the globe
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| Yeah were so segregated, it’s like each to their own
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| To my freaks and my peeps that I peep at the show
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| I’m a keep this brief, can you reach in your soul
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| Feel free with the seeds of the dreams that you grow
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| Till they eat what they speak and you reap what you sow
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| Left this message, like I heard a beep on the phone
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| Send smoke signals from the weed that we blow
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| Hear the bigger picture like what the bleep do we know, you know*
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| I won’t be put down, I won’t be shackled
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| I won’t be held back, I won’t be tackled
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| I won’t be locked up, I won’t be thrown out
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| Now that I know how to fly
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| Now that I know how to fly
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| I won’t be put down, I won’t be shackled
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| I won’t be held back, I won’t be tackled
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| I won’t be locked up, I won’t be thrown out
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| Now that I know how to fly
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| Now that I know how to fly
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| If everybody could just put one hand up in the air
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| This is dedicated to a very close friend of ours who just passed away
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| Justin this is for you
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| He’s watching us right now guys, a very close friend of mine
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| Meant a lot to me, meant a lot to our music
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| And so I want you guys to make noise for
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| When DJ Izm drops this beat, I want you to bob with us
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| Freaks and my peeps, peep at the show
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| Keep this brief, reach in your soul (x5) |