| No more running from the black cloud, got it all mapped out
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| I put it in a figure-four until it tap out (yeah)
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| Still there some that rather see me in a crack house
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| Stick up kids staking' out the block trying jack Mouse
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| Newsflash if you thinking I’m a cash cow
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| You probably ain’t a fan nigga, that ain’t what I rap 'bout
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| I’m on setting goals, trying to achieve it
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| I’m such an open book but they don’t bother to read it (ha)
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| The teacher said I would never get ahead (nah)
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| All I could do is laugh, them threats was all funny
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| According to her I’d be dead before twenty (uh)
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| But it’s cool, I’ve been mislead before honey (oh)
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| I’m checking for more money, you will be disorganized
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| Use to staring at tortured eyes from my walk of life
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| Want to let her know I got a lot left to give
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| It’s difficult to understand what you never lived
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| Now it’s raining inside, but that’s not unusual
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| But the way that I’m feeling’s, becoming usual
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| I guess you could say
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| The clouds are moving away
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| Ayo, that’s how my days go, from rain showers to rainbows
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| I’m from the place of mayflowers and raincoats
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| John Smiths and Jane Does
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| A bunch of nobodies who talk shit out their a-hole
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| But that’s just the way it goes, I pay no mind to banks close
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| I know it takes two to tango, so I lay low
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| We brush ‘em off Eh Joe (oh!), not a word
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| We’re borderline assholes like immigration officers
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| Word, it gets better and gets worse
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| I’m more used to it everyday I’m on this Earth
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| People think they know me real good (they don’t, they don’t)
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| Tryin to pinpoint, judge me? |
| (I know, I know)
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| Y’all need to look a little deeper than the little whiff of reefer
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| That I bring into the double feature movie at the theater
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| I live away the day while you’re playing your charades
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| I could weather out the storm, so rain on my parade (I'm used to it anyway)
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| Now it’s raining inside, but that’s not unusual (No, no, no, no)
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| But the way that I’m feeling’s, becoming usual
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| Uh, my sermon won’t be over 'til church end (uh)
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| My first Benz made me see, see I had the worst friends (uh)
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| Meanwhile thought I was hanging with the same men (uh)
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| Success ain’t never change me but it changed them
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| Something different about me, you can blame time
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| It ain’t a crime why, 'cause your problems ain’t mine
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| I learned quick if they don’t care about everything that you bear
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| Must mean that everything ain’t meant to be shared (shared)
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| I share the same views
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| When things are getting rough, there are few who remain true (ha)
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| This ain’t new (nah), ain’t nothing unusual
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| I don’t need you, I’m glad that feels mutual
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| How can you be so shallow, swimming in the deep water?
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| It’s a fine line and your walking on the edge
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| Yeah I’m used to the rain falling on my head
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| But this weather got we wishing I was crawling into bed
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| It’s cold, life is snowballing again
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| Now it’s raining inside, but that’s not unusual
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| But the way that I’m feeling’s, becoming usual
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| I guess you could say
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| The clouds are moving away |