| I’m waking up
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| Living in a new day
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| I’m shaking up
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| Off the dome like a toupee
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| Grind the weed
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| Put it in the paper
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| Finding me, fuck that see you later
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| Fuck the stress I’m just doing my best
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| Smoking some sess
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| Never passing a test
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| So fucking blessed
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| I’m, getting dressed in some fly new gear
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| Homies waving hi its a brand new year yup
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| Gotta couple shows locked in, cop them
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| Tickets if you wanna seem me pop lock drop then
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| I’m a hit maker
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| Why you a shit taker
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| I’m with your girl
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| And she’s pretty much a dick taker
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| Ha, never stop, never drop homie
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| I’m drop top with the cop smell a grop homie
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| But I don’t ever care
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| This life is Everclear
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| I’m looking down on you haters in my second year
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| To all the ladies that I had in the past won’t last
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| Won’t last its a new year
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| I be going fast
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| Look back, look at all the things I’ve done
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| But you be tripping if you think I won
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| To all the ladies I had in the past won’t last
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| Won’t last its a new year
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| I be going fast
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| Look back, look at all the things I’ve done
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| But you be tripping if you think I won
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| Because I still got a ways to go
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| And if you miss me I’m here making history
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| Poetic you bitches couldn’t even really diss me
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| They couldn’t get me
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| Fast like a Bentley
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| Luxury class no tax riding jet skis
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| And getting fucked up scarred on my waist
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| Be trying to get my bucks up
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| Large into place
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| Damn, I’m a kid
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| Be your own dude
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| Never listening because I play my own rules
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| And I know my poems rule
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| But dude I can’t lose
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| You gots to find you
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| Get hot like Cancun
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| I’m on another level
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| I’m gone and never settle
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| You wrong if you ain’t hitting the bong
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| And getting medals, dog
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| Yeah, I gots to keep it real
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| I love all music
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| I never fucking steal
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| I gots to make a mill
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| Take cocky shots for will
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| Let you know I’m the best
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| I don’t even have a deal
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| To all the ladies that I had in the past won’t last
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| Won’t last its a new year
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| I be going fast
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| Look back, look at all the things I’ve done
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| But you be tripping if you think I won
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| To all the ladies I had in the past won’t last
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| Won’t last its a new year
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| I be going fast
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| Look back, look at all the things I’ve done
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| But you be tripping if you think I won
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| Because I still got a ways to go
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| We got a long way to go man, but yo, I wanna say thank you to a couple people…
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| Matty Trump for the getting me the coffee filters, leads, Glenn Jackson,
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| All my friends, Stew, Will, Grubber, Chris, Alexi, Kundo, Darrel,
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| my dude Albert from Boston Sports, Alexi’s dad for getting me out of that shit,
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| Good Music All Day, my parents, my brothers, my sister Tess, Steve,
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| its your boy J Vizz at Twitter always getting those plug ins, Timmy Slices,
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| all my fans, Heath Miller, Shout out to Doug Banker from bro bible,
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| Kevin Andrew from across coast, Mike McCartney, Dan Grew, Becky Boulton,
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| all my teachers that I liked, thats whats up, fuck all the teachers that wernt
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| with it, fuck Sams the engineer from fuckin' the ill engineer places,
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| I don’t even know what that means, Rob, awe man, forgetting a bunch of people
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| but its all good, down clash, were on that next level shit man, get with the
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| movement, shouts to Tom Mefay, CMP all day, just having good vibes, we out.
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| yeah. |
| 2011 bitch! |