| Used to pull out the driveway in a Hyundai
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| Used to treat my music like a runway
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| I was living, working hella jobs‚ sleeping like wherever
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| And smoking every day like it’s a Sunday
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| I would hit my friends‚ like‚ want to match?
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| Yeah, I’m at the crib, you want to come through with a bag?
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| We could shoot the shit‚ a shotgun mic with your name on it
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| Let the trigger slip, yeah
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| I’ve just been caught up inside the moment, tossing and turning and losing focus
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| Felt a little jaded about my past‚ had to reflect for a second and get a grip
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| of the future that I’ve been stoking
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| Living way too fast, needed to the roll windows up I guess, I was hot to the
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| touch but feet were frozen
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| Life’s a perfect mess, ain’t no sense in fixing it, I’m blessed, plus,
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| like every time I try, I get depressed, yeah
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| But maybe I just try too hard, or care too much, maybe I don’t like my boss
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| Maybe I hate my job, or hate my friends, or just afraid to admit that sometimes
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| I need my friends
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| I’ve been a really bad friend, but a really good artist
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| Like them pictures by the bed of people we don’t acknowledge
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| I got a palette of rhymes, got more lines than Pollock paintings
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| And some murals in my head I still ain’t demonstrated, wait up
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| Got a talent to die for, love I’m alive for
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| If the good die young, I’ll take the place of my father
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| I need that music to ride for, people to fight for
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| If the good die young, I hope the bad die alone
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| I had a couple of phones, had a few different numbers
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| I had to drop ‘em like habits, I had to live me my life
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| Killed a real good rhyme, but life is never easy
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| So let a missed opportunity be a chance to teach it
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| And I can see you reaching, but ain’t a thing in my cupboards
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| I think I turned out pretty good, and that’s word to my mother
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| You got a closet full of skeletons in a room full of people
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| Put my problems in my songs and fill up rooms full of people
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| So that’s the difference my baby, I don’t care if I make it
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| No matter what I be facing, remember all of your faces
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| Cause I’m already everything I never could be
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| Just found a way to build off everything I was, that’s what’s up
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| I just felt like rapping, I just felt like rapping
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| Just trying to enjoy myself |