| Well I should have you hooked up next week.
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| It’s all good or whatever, I can wait 'til my birthday. |
| I uh-
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| No, no, no, no. |
| I told ya, I know you need it now, so next week I promise you
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| I’ll have you hooked up, ok?
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| Oh, alright. |
| I just wanted to say thank you for everything. |
| For the computer,
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| the T-Shirts, and all the other stuff.
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| You know, Chance. |
| Let me tell you something. |
| You know, I could never be more
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| proud of anything in my life, you know, than I am of you and what you’ve done.
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| Chance, you have done remarkable and wondrous things, so you don’t have to
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| tell me thank you for anything. |
| I’m supposed to do this, that stuff for you
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| anyway, and ya know, just keep doing what you’re doing. |
| I am very,
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| very proud of you. |
| Just keep doing what you’re doing, ok?
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| Thank you, love you.
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| Alright, son. |
| Love you too, take care.
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| Bye bye.
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| Thanks for coming guys
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| 'Member sittin' in class the first time listening to Dilla
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| Everything’s good
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| Rubbin' on yo chin sippin gin, Margiela brand chinchilla
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| Everything’s good
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| My manager backpack packed with packs of cigarillos,
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| And some fruit snacks, And some killa
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| Phone numbers on speed dial call em save monkey gorillas
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| Everything’s good
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| I ain’t really that good at goodbyes,
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| I ain’t really that bad at leaving,
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| I ain’t really always been a good guy, I used to be thirsty thievin'
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| Runnin through purses even persons leave em hurtin' bleedin
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| I ain’t really help the helpless
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| I used to be worse than worthless
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| Now I’m worth hooks and verses
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| I’m good like books in churches
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| Harolds and Hooks and Churches
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| Everything’s Good
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| See my name when you google search it
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| Use a card when I make a purchase
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| Everything’s Good
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| But I knew it was fly when I was just a caterpillar
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| That I’d make it even if I never make a milla,
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| When I meet my maker he gon' make sure that we chillin'
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| And everything’s good
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| I ain’t really that good at goodnight, I ain’t really that bad at sleepin
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| With bad bitches, put them aside, I used to be thirsty creeping
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| Now I’m out working evenings birthdays even tuesdays wednesdays thursdays
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| weekends, rehearsing verses, murdering merch and events,
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| Damn it feel good to be a gangsta,
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| And it feel good for me to thank you,
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| Put money back in your bank account,
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| Off of songs I barely could think up,
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| Cause a lot of songs niggas gon' make up,
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| Make sense, but they never gon' make a sound,
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| I’m better than I was the last time, crescendo,
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| Thanks Justin lendin them pencils
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| Mr. Menzies, Mensa, Chris Minto
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| The time I beat Chris on Nintendo
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| Nanana hey hey, good intro,
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| Remember jacket shoppin' after listening to Thriller,
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| Remember the first time we heard this dude and thought damn that’s that nigga,
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| Everything’s good. |