| Man if
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| Man if what
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| What if we can just
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| Just what
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| Just blink yourself away
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| And this
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| And this what
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| What if this is just
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| Just what
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| Just dreams from yesterday
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| Man it’s
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| Man it’s what
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| Whatever we make
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| Make what
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| Is what we make in the scenes we play
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| It’s kinda crazy I guess, when words become flesh
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| And brings
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| Brings life to the things we say
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| To the things we say
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| To the things we say
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| Maybe it don’t ever happen so simply
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| Cause sometimes when you be writing a narrative to your life
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| And somebody will throw a hyphen up in your way
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| I mean it’s cool for me to speak a bunch of «live that life»
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| When I ain’t ever had to sleep under a bridge at night
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| Food spoiling in the fridge, all alone in the crib with no kids
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| Now come on, what gives me that right
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| See I’m tripping if I’m thinking this simply positive thinking
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| To stop a hooker from hooking to alcoholic from drinking it
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| Maybe it could be what I know
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| That it takes more than water for a flower to grow
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| And a diamond might gleam and glow
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| But without sunlight, that little shining won’t dream and show
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| So set sail if you catch my drift
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| No knit, thumbs up, come and catch a lift
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| You can Plead the Fifth
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| But a baby who don’t cry, don’t eat, gotta be careful what you feed em with
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| And in a way we all babies, still growing up
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| Sucking down the milk with the guilt, keep us throwing up
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| And at the same time, it’s like we all parents
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| Let us help each other grow with the dreams that we sharing
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| Man if
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| Man if what
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| What if we could just
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| Just what, just what, just, just what
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| Man if
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| Man if what
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| What if we can just
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| Just what
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| Just blink yourself away
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| And this
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| And this what
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| What if this is just
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| Just what
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| Just dreams from yesterday
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| Man it’s
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| Man it’s what
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| Whatever we make
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| Make what
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| Is what we make in the scenes we play
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| It’s kinda crazy I guess, when words become flesh
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| And brings
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| Brings life to the things we say
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| To the things we say
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| To the things we say
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| I guess I gotta start rapping bout bling today
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| In order to get a check
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| Cause if words manifest in the flesh, then I gotta sing for pay
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| So I’ma scream out C.R.E.A.M til I leave the bank
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| And keep repeating the hook like a mean delay
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| Like a mean delay, cause what I mean to say
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| Is make your dreams reality in the scenes you play
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| It could be cold as December or spring in May
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| And yet my hunger to succeed won’t leave my veins
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| Til my jerseys buy worthies or I leave the game early
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| Cause a birdie said God needs me to stay
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| Bye, until then I got hope to supply on
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| I’m like dope, sometimes I gotta smoke to get by and not choke
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| Cause I wish I could flow through life
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| And that’s why I close my eyes when I’m choking the mic
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| To block out all the hype like chicks on the jock
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| They ain’t even hear a word, but they’ll say your shit’s hot when it’s not
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| It’s cold hearted and driven by starving
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| So I talk about love when my heart done hearted
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| From sleeping on the floors in my homeboy’s apartment
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| And often, I drift off and get lost up in my thoughts
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| And when I open my eyes, I see coffins
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| That’s why I rap about ballin', dawg
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| Man if
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| Man if what
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| What if we can just
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| Just what
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| Just blink yourself away
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| And this
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| And this what
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| What if this is just
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| Just what
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| Just dreams from yesterday
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| Man it’s
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| Man it’s what
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| Whatever we make
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| Make what
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| Is what we make in the scenes we play
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| It’s kinda crazy I guess, when words become flesh
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| And brings
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| Brings life to the things we say
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| To the things we say |