| Baby, you don’t know what you got till it’s gone
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| I like how you scream my name till it’s early in the morning
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| Baby, you don’t know what you got till it’s gone, now
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| Baby, you don’t know
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| Baby, you don’t know
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| Back in the day, in a downtown love
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| Lost in awhile ways
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| Talking 'bout money and escalates
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| But do caught up in the Escapades, uh
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| Careful what you wish for
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| 'Cause you might get it, boy
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| All the pretty girls and expensive toys
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| All I ever wanted was to bring the noise
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| Well, like the rap pack with backpacks
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| Tube socks and fat sacks
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| Them cool casts that make snaps
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| With the boom back and then fat tracks
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| And this music’s all I know
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| I can feel it in my bones
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| I get lost, then it walks me home
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| Whine me up and watch me go
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| Baby, you don’t know what you got till it’s gone
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| I like how you scream my name till it’s early in the morning
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| Baby, you don’t know what you got till it’s gone, now
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| Baby, you don’t know
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| Baby, you don’t know
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| Take me away
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| I want more of these glory days
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| If I pause, replay
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| With the story changed
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| I won’t walk away
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| Still got teen spirit like Kurt Cobain
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| And this elevated music brings on something glamourous
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| We ain’t no amateurs
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| Just check the classics backing us
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| So back on up
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| In God we trust
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| Crazy Town, Los Angeles
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| Rock the beat like the metro bus
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| So come on pick it up
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| Just like you tryna play it off
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| 'Cause you can’t really win until you’ve ever truly lost
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| Baby, you don’t know what you got till it’s gone
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| I like how you scream my name till it’s early in the morning
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| Baby, you don’t know what you got till it’s gone, now
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| Baby, you don’t know
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| Baby, you don’t know
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| Baby, you don’t know what you got till it’s gone
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| I like how you scream my name till it’s early in the morning
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| Baby, you don’t know what you got till it’s gone, now
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| Baby, you don’t know
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| Baby, you don’t know
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| Baby, you don’t know
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| Baby, you don’t know
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| Baby, you don’t know
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| These streets are paved with gold
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| My eyes wide, my end zone
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| Time flies, friends go
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| These memories are like echoes
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| I’ve had some, I plan more
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| These things that we stand for
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| Crowds wanna raise their hands for
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| Reasons that I grab my pen for
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| This music’s my mentor
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| This here’s what I’m meant for
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| My pen’s out, my thoughts are pure
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| They gave me something now I want more
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| Rock it till my pocket’s full
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| And I won’t stop until I’m over every obstacle
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| Nothing here’s impossible
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| For the love life, real talk
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| To morning light, my lips rock
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| A misfit, thoughts crisscrossed
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| When the feeling’s right, I lift off
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| Hop in the air, hand on the wheel
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| I’mma just be patient
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| I know when I’m on my path I’mma reach my destination
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| Baby, you don’t know what you got till it’s gone
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| I like how you scream my name till it’s early in the morning
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| Baby, you don’t know what you got till it’s gone, now
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| Baby, you don’t know
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| Baby, you don’t know |