| Lookin there’s nowhere to go
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| I guess I gotta hide away, far away
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| Cause I gotta find a way, to find my way
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| I gotta hide away, far away
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| Cause I gotta find a way, to find my way
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| Ay-ay-ay ay-ay-ay aaay
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| I left off of mama’s with my thumb in the wind
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| The leaves on the ground, winter’s comin again
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| Solid on the surface as I crumble within
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| But legends are made out of vulnerable men
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| So on the brink of death I still manage livin life
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| Cause so rarely in this world are these chances given twice
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| I indeed sold my soul, without glancing at the price
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| No instructions when I was handed this device
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| But with what I did get, I was more than generous
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| Put others over self on several instances
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| But I’m back on my feet without a hint of bitterness
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| And one way or another I shall have deliverance
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| So I say
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| Can you recall a time people loved you unconditionally?
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| Toast in the new south, this one is for history
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| Then I slipped fell and caused the number’s injury
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| Called the same people and it’s yo you just missed them B This the formula, dammit Bubba you had it Why’d you have to keep it Polo and New Balance?
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| Then they start to question whether you a true talent
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| Or just a redneck substance abuse addict
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| So then you hide away just to try to find your way
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| And now they back to callin you 200 times a day
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| I want all y’all to know, good or bad I’ll remember it And 10 million sold in the name of my deliverance
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| Nothing could atone for the pain you’ve endured
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| The blood you shed is still stained in your valour
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| You took your wealth and knowledge and gave it to the poor
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| Only to discover that your savior’s manure
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| Accepted me as kin, put before your younger brother
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| They put a lot on us hardly knowin one another
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| I honestly can say that over time I’ve come to love you
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| Now we are brothers and together no one can touch us It haunts me with regret I never met your baby girl
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| She’s an angel on your shoulder helpin us to save the world
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| This musical marriage is no coincedence
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| So my mama to me baby we shall have deliverance
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| So we say |