| Don’t call me RJ
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| You don’t know me like that
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| I don’t trust you all the way
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| Never will I matter fact
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| Way too many fake
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| Put a pole to my back
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| Shot a hole in my heart
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| And left a hoe in my past
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| Learned the hard way
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| Life holds no class
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| If I learned one thing
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| Heartbreak don’t last
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| Roll another J
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| Baby pour me my jack
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| All these comments on my page
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| I’m tempted to type back
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| If only you knew the pain
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| As well as you knew the lyrics
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| What I overcame
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| To get to where you could hear this
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| I hated that face
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| I saw looking into mirrors
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| You wouldn’t say what you say
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| If we spoke just a couple minutes
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| All these character limits limit my character. |
| Wish that
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| You witnessed the pivots and rivets it took just to build the business
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| It slaughtered my spirit, that’s something you can’t stitch I had to
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| Cauterize it shut with the fire built up within me
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| They say don’t forget where you came from. |
| (Ha)
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| It’s harder than you would expect
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| You think a lost boy gon' forget where he escape from?
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| Tell me. |
| How the fuck could I forget?
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| They say money talk, so when somebody wanna say something
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| Well, they tend to smell it on my breath
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| I don’t ever rest. |
| Only in peace when my day come
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| But it hasn’t come yet
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| Work until I die
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| I’ma purebred, blue collar
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| Just tryna retire
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| Mom and dad, give my roots water
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| No one went to college
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| Only less than a few scholars
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| In my family tree so I’m
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| I’m blessed to be fruitful father
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| Grandma prayed for a heathen and his youthful wander
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| Back when no one ever listened, I had 1 true watcher
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| Before a single follow, angels followed me to prosper
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| But I ain’t even know it
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| No one did. |
| Who’s Roger?
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| But I bet they know conscience
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| You don’t know the kid with no friends, you were stuck with for the project
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| The one they called a freak all because he sat silent
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| Too shy to speak, now they know that I was watching
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| Put my head down
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| Teacher thought that I was sleeping
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| Told me pick it up
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| And they could see that I was weeping
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| And they laughed at me, judged me
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| Then partied on the weekend
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| While I sat in the dark
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| Bout to jump right off the deep end
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| So don’t call me RJ
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| You don’t know me like that
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| I don’t trust you all the way
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| Never will I matter fact
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| Way too many fake
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| Put a pole to my back
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| Shot a hole in my heart
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| And left a hoe in my past
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| Learned the hard way
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| Life holds no class
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| If I learned one thing
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| Heartbreak don’t last
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| Roll another J
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| Baby pour me my jack
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| We gon celebrate
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| The product of my past |