| Shadows swimming in my head lately, I don’t mind
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| See I’m not gonna let me go crazy, not this time
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| I’m going through changes, I’m gon' make it for sure
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| (I'm going, I’m going)
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| I’m going through changes, but I’ve been here before
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| Uh
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| I haven’t stepped out of my house in seven days
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| Haven’t shaved, haven’t showered, haven’t changed
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| Same clothes, different day
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| Another good morning pissed away, eh
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| Got the whole world looking right at me
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| Actually, feels like, people start to look past me
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| I’ve been around, feels like this just might be our last dance
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| I’m frustrated, I’m past tense, I still don’t feel like a has-been
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| I don’t but, it’s like a ghost town up in the studio
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| Nobody comes around here no more
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| I guess that’s just how the movie go, uh
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| I don’t like playing my old friends new songs
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| They don’t listen to rap like back when
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| They all grew up, kinda moved on
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| And how can I blame 'em, huh
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| I used to sleep, eat and breathe this shit
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| But now, the older I get, I’m questioning if I really needed this
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| I used to stress what people said
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| And what people thought about me
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| Now I worry about if my daughter
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| Can make it home from school without me
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| But still at the same time
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| As I’m writing this rhyme I’m in my kitchen
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| My daughter’s trying to tell me about her day
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| I hear her, but not really listening
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| I’m staring at her, but in my head I’m putting these words together
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| I know that I need to do better
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| 'Cause what I do now could change forever
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| Shadows swimming in my head lately, I don’t mind
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| (I'm going, I’m going)
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| See I’m not gonna let me go crazy, not this time
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| I’m going through changes, I’m gon' make it for sure
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| (Uh, it’s a fall from paradise)
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| I’m going through changes, but I’ve been here before
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| Uh
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| And I know, I’m so indecisive these days
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| And musically I feel confused
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| Don’t know what I’m liking these days
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| I’m just taking time to check all the new shit
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| Plus all of the drugs they doing
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| And I know I’m a hypocrite
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| I smoke these spliffs, only 'cause Snoop did
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| Hah, glad it was just weed
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| But even with that I’m noticing, I’m losing my passion
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| I’m getting too high, it’s harder to focus with
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| And all of my pothead friends; |
| they take pride in it, pride in it
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| And all my alcoholic friends; |
| denying it, denying it
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| And all my cokehead friends; |
| they still hiding it, hiding it
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| I’m just hoping all of us survive this shit, survive this shit
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| Damn, I was never too good at showing emotions
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| I get awkward at serious times
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| Uncomfortable in genuine moments
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| I ain’t big on giving hugs
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| I use this music to show my love
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| That’s why it’s so important
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| But lately it don’t seem so rewarding
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| Something’s changed
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| Shadows swimming in my head lately, I don’t mind
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| (I know, I know)
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| See I’m not gonna let me go crazy, not this time
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| (I know, I know, I know)
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| I’m going through changes, I’m gon' make it for sure
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| (Uh, it’s a fall from paradise)
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| I’m going through changes, but I’ve been here before
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| (Uh, let’s go)
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| Oooh, oooh, oooh
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| Changes
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| Oooh, oooh, oooh
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| Changes
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| They told me call it a day
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| They told me maybe that’s it
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| Then I get these messages from my fans
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| Who tell me don’t ever quit
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| 'Cause my music saved their life
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| Like literally, they heard my song
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| On the way to the train tracks
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| And something I said’s the reason they came back
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| I used to convince my fans just give me a chance
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| But now they’re the ones convincing me
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| Now they’re the ones convincing me, yeah
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| I used to convince the fans to believe in me and my truth
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| But now my fans believe in me
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| Maybe more than I do |