| A sunset in Paris
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| A life that’s so careless
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| Word from the terrace
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| Watching the sunset in Paris
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| A sunset in Paris
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| A life that’s so careless
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| Word from the terrace
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| Watching the sunset in Paris
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| Aight, look!
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| So much has changed in the last year and I’m still adjusting
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| I never felt like a fuckboy but when I look back man I must’ve been
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| Cause me I weren’t chasing a dream
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| I was working the nine-to-five for some pricks and like
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| They couldn’t care about me
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| I was just another person to give a payslip
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| That 33.3 percent cycle of work, music and doing road but like
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| Work ain’t shit and I can’t do road for the rest of my life and I shoulda known
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| because
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| Me and my boy can do grimey shit
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| And that night he’d be kipping
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| But it’s like my conscience, it would keep me awake
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| And that’s how I know we different
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| You see look
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| Me, I’ve been around road yutes
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| And they love talking 'bout road (road)
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| And me I’ve been around trap yutes
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| And they love talking 'bout trap (trap)
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| And I don’t love road like those road yutes
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| And I can’t trap like those trap yutes
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| Ain’t no soft shit, I just know who I am
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| The same way them niggas can’t rap like man
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| But music I know that I do love so look
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| I’ma go chase me a dream
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| I’ma give it everything that I got
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| If it don’t work imma do road, it’ll be what it be
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| Anyway you know the build-up
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| So now I drop: 'slut' and get a bit of attention
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| But I ain’t used to this Twitter shit
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| He’s teaching me how to reply to mentions
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| Like don’t reply to that chick
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| Don’t reply to that bitch
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| He’s a troll he chat shit
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| Nah I never knew about this
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| I just know about bars I just know I wanna spit
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| But anyway look I’m in my motion
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| Video after video and shit’s going well look I’m in my motion
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| Giving the game so much emotion, but
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| They say when you start doing well people start changing
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| I can have a hundred phone calls, but only one conversation
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| There’s only one road to riches
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| There’s only one way to make it, see
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| Everybody fame-chasing but
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| They didn’t wanna trade places with me
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| And now they wanna trade places with me
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| But I need this and I breathe this me
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| Yeah this is me
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| A hundred phone calls but one conversation
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| Aight, that shit might make no sense, 'aight let me explain
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| Now everybody wanna question the kid
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| And them hugs turn into open hands it’s like
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| Ninety-nine phone calls to ask for a favour, one phone call to ask how I am
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| Now everybody wanna put on events and tell me how I can be the hardest
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| And wow look
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| Out of the blue it’s mad look, everybody knows how to manage a artist
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| They talk to me like I’m a business plan
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| But I don’t want this man I need this, my
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| Backup plan is jail or a dead-end job
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| I swear to you man I need this and
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| I ain’t in this 'ting just for the money
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| It’s all I got, no funny shit
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| Like rudeboy this is my life on the line
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| And my life is not your money flip
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| So I beg you don’t take my 'ting for joke, cuh
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| My life this 'ting done ain’t funny
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| See I look around and see bare sprinters but
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| Me I’m trained for the marathon
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| So of course I’m sticking around
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| I can’t get a nine-to-five doing the deadest shifts
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| I’ll be writing bars all over man’s notes
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| And getting fired for not selling shit
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| And like now they call me a story-teller
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| Are you fucking stupid?
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| Just because I don’t tell you lies about trap
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| Don’t mean you can categorise me as that
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| That ain’t 'a' story, that’s 'my' story
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| And this shit it might not be known to you
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| But a real artist, giving you his honest story, what man is supposed to do
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| But that ain’t even most reckless 'ting:
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| I be up every night on a restless 'ting, I’m
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| Really tryna get rid of tickets
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| But they’re phoning me like «Can you get man in?"Oh!
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| When it’s somebody that you know it’s a no
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| But for Bryson Tiller you be waiting by the phone no-show
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| See I won’t complain but know when I buss don’t say you supported from before
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| But know that I’m grateful for every view that I’ve had
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| Cause I remember getting a thousand views on YouTube and being gassed
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| You see, I’m overwhelmed and I’m grateful
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| But I burnt bridges of the wasteful
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| Who would snap girls bringing bottles to the table |
| But they never bring nothing to the table (but)
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| They say when you start doing well people start changing
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| I can have a hundred phone calls, but only one conversation
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| There’s only one road to riches
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| There’s only one way to make it, see
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| Everybody fame-chasing but
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| They didn’t wanna trade places with me
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| And now they wanna trade places with me
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| But I need this and I breathe this me
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| Yeah, yeah this is me (oh yeah)
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| Maybe I learnt too late
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| I got a candle that I’m really tryna burn two ways
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| And now they say I’m not grime man I get it cause don’t do shit in a commercial
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| way
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| And normally if I get nicked I’m like 'calm, just another night in a station'
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| But the last time I got nicked
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| I was like 'man I’m fucking up man’s situation
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| Which I can’t do, are you dumb?
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| Only gotta learn once
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| Because if my words can change the world
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| Then why the fuck am I biting my tongue
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| And I swear if you ask me for a pic, word I won’t say no
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| Because I remember being that same yute that you would ask to take the pic on
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| the phone, no shit
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| Now they’re saying that a nigga skilled cause I’m talking 'bout shit that’s
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| really real
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| You see look
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| They’re satisfied if they give you a hook
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| But I’m satisfied when I give a nigga thrills, no chill
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| This is what I’m talking about
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| I get passionate when I’m talking about
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| My life, see
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| Music I need this 'ting
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| And that feeling in your chest, I’m talking about
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| So, no
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| I won’t go back to the roads them
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| Getting back to the road
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| Do another wrong shit for the right reason
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| But for the right reason, man would get cracked on the road
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| There’s no more kitchen knives in the house
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| Big red hair in the back of the coat
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| Grabbing a car and driving past feds
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| Getting that lump in the back of my throat, so no
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| I ain’t going out like that (I'm Cadet)
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| I know I ain’t born that way
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| So plan A’s to be a fucking legend
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| And plan B is man’s plan A
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| You see, this is my sunset in Paris
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| I won’t stop until I own the game
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| Like as much MC’s as you want
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| Me and them yutes we are not the same
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| Man, I’m different!
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| They say when you start doing well people start changing
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| I can have a hundred phone calls, but only one conversation (one conversation)
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| There’s only one road to riches (uh)
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| There’s only one way to make it (one way)
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| Everybody fame-chasing but
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| They didn’t wanna trade places with me, uh
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| And now they wanna trade places with me
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| But I need this and I breathe this, this is me (I need this!)
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| Yeah this is me, uh
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| Yeah this is me |