| Check it out
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| It goes like this
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| Yo It’s the warmth when it’s cold and it’s stormin
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| It’s driftin off to the sound of the rain
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| It’s gettin up, gettin goals in the mornin
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| It’s liftin up from the ground with your flame
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| It’s the strength to with stand life lessons
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| It’s the clock as the hand strikes seconds
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| It’s my movie, where every memory’s a color I collect to expand my spectrum
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| It’s the simple days, Childhood here now, then it’s gone in an instant
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| Back when the wall around my world was a little to high to see beyond in the
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| distance
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| It’s the smell of my mitt in the fresh grass
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| Little league, and the times that I’m so free
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| It’s snow days, Martachello park
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| When the sleds hit the hills and their flyin through the oak trees
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| It’s the kid who collects cards, back in 91 summertime comin out the store and
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| It’s the fact he’s unrappin the pack with a smile on his dial cause he’s scorin
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| the Jordan
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| Past times, I hold em dear. |
| It’s Maryland Virginia, bold and clear
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| The way the leaves on those trees in the streets would fall in the fall,
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| all to paint my golden years and yeah
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| Chorus: X2
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| When the Sky’s gray, I live on light rays
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| I’ve written every page of my life’s play
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| I’ve drawn through my eyes
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| I’ve colored outside the lines
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| It’s a bumpy road, tryin to steer through the years of a genius
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| Can’t conceal what I feel, this is real and the deal is it heals up the tears
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| from my phoenix
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| And I remember those days with my dad in the great outdoors getting raised by the land
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| Not knowin how hard life gets
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| Call me huckleberry when I start my quest
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| So jump on my cloud, sit back and lounge
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| My wings are the size of a rich rappers house
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| I’ll never leave, so, picture a Viking
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| Who’s, memory is like Christian the lion
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| That was me goin town to town
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| On fireworks night you couldn’t count me out
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| My mates older brothers had a hundred little bungers
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| Take cover cause we nearly burned down the house
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| I remember when they took away my wu-tang
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| Sittin there till the bell in my school rang
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| Playin pool on the cool where the rules are abused
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| My adventure to the center where the youth hang
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| And grandmas, we’d visit every journey
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| A living room stage where I’d mimic Eddy Murphey
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| Or kid and play, I’d play delirious
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| So dam much, they couldn’t take me serious
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| Chorus: X2
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| When the Sky’s gray, I live on light rays
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| I’ve written every page of my life’s play
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| I’ve drawn through my eyes
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| I’ve colored outside the lines
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| Tryin to hold these golden years that are flashin by |