| Cringed in the back of a van with no sleep
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| Trying to make a good impression with my mic in my hand
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| I feel weathered, but feel like I’ve been driving forever
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| Showin' up to rock show or trying to hold myself together
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| I’ve been better, but all things pass
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| This life is taking everything away but you’re provided with your past
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| So fuck it--I stick to having dreams on the road
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| But until this dream is done I’m gonna keep my eyes closed
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| And breathe, breathe when it snows
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| Breathe when I’m forced to live a life with a person on a phone
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| Tied down to things I chose and fight the parallel of love every time I gotta
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| pack up and go and keep breathin'
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| Leave with the seasons
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| Breathe and let the blue lights hit me on the stage when I am speaking
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| Cause after the show when the last star shines
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| I can make this all better when I close my eyes
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| I’m in another zone where troubles gone
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| Where sisters home and my bro leaves that stuff alone
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| A place where life is easy for everybody else
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| I wish that Earth was Eden and I put that on myself
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| But we don’t know it where we don’t show it all
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| For life ain’t protocol, under sky, over law
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| I’m in another space where all the food is good
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| And there’s enough for everybody in my neighborhood
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| Where all the grass is blue, where we don’t know 'bout green
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| Cause money ain’t a thing I pinch myself it’s not a dream
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| Where human form and uniform are unicorn it seems
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| If I drew a horn in cuneiform it wouldn’t mean a thing
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| Close your eyes
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| Close your eyes
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| Close your eyes
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| Close your eyes
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| You will see
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| Between climbing and finding it not worth it
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| Locked in a rhythm my timing is perfect
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| I’m so zoned out of my mind I spit verses blind
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| I think of home when I close my eyes
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| So done with the smokes and fries
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| Gas stations with clerks who never seen a Filipino in his life
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| Drinks I shouldn’t drink, things I never write
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| Cities I never liked now it’s like aight
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| Got merch table weirdos, bros who want to cypher
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| Girls who want to fuck, but not vice versa
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| My work is love no complaints I’m fine
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| Its been a long night can’t wait to close my eyes
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| I dream of an industry ego-less
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| And free from the modern chains with these chains we’re so deep in love
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| Manufacture buzz bought just to keep us up
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| Dreaming a publicist wasn’t 2 G’s a month
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| And where it’s not about numbers and math
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| And I was content with really just a couple of fans
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| And my happiness wasn’t relying on tours and a van
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| Merch sales, iTunes, MySpace and a band
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| With the front, front row stadium packed
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| And those that never gave me a chance I could throw it right back
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| And scream at them «Look at me now, look at me man»
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| Defeated myself as I ran circles around a track
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| Kept running and gunning gunning success in my path
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| Fuck being humble, humility is a step in the past
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| I woke up and realized it was a dream
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| Wide awake in the rap game, but life I’m asleep |