| I just wish I just wish for the days when I was younger
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| Cuz I don’t even know what we did last summmer
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| And everybody was lookin' at me and there was nothing wrong
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| Ya boy back on his game, just when you thought he turned his back on the game
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| Put out the illest fuckin' CD that I ever even made
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| I still got ghosts and demons that Ima fight with
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| Still ain’t close to clean, look how I write shit
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| Pen game messy, call me don’t ever text me
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| Beat swings so much, young dizzy go lispey
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| Write with the best of them
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| Hated by all the rest of them
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| But back in high school they wouldn’t even have sex with him
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| Don’t you know I’m like the next big thing
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| I’m contemplating whether I was even made for this dream
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| But young Cam givin' up, thats never gon' be the rhyme
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| But young Cam blowin' up, its about damn time
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| Uh
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| I’m sittin' thinkin' about the choices I’m makin'
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| Cuz everybody got swag, I got high expectations
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| Low self esstem and a couple matching shirts
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| I walk the city streets, but with my beats kickin' dirt
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| And I
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| Try to keep it positive cuz in mind the only place that I can change the way
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| I’m living
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| Get inside, uh
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| I just wish I just wish for the days when I was younger
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| Cuz I don’t even know what we did last summmer
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| And everybody was lookin' at me and there was nothing wrong
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| Why every rapper in the game gotta talk about their de niro’s
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| Just cuz you get paid don’t make you a fuckin' hero
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| Doc told us we was too skinny look in the mirror’o
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| I talk about that real shit, I’m munchin' on my cereal
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| I’m back and forth, all the time with my ryhmes
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| Young schizophrenic, with my rap shit forget it
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| I got a couple bitches I don’t get to text and
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| I’m stuck up in the friend zone, just blame it on a dead zone
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| Don’t get it twisted like illiterate rappers
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| Make that shit you bump to while you sittin' in traffic
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| Modern man in the flesh, steady bottlin' up my stress
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| Let it all out on the page, the bass hits your chest, uh
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| Until you fall off of a cliff or kill yourself
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| Cuz of the bullshit, I hope you can remember I’m on some bullshit
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| Before you rap, let me stutter on the track
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| Before you tell that girl you love her
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| Grab a rubber its the summer, uh
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| I just wish I just wish for the days when I was younger
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| Cuz I don’t even know what we did last summmer
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| And everybody was lookin' at me and there was nothing wrong |