| Supa Good
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| Yeah
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| Picture me graduating, no validation needed
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| I waited, now I finally live my truth
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| Being true calibrated
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| My calculations never amounted to my dreams, so what’s the use?
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| A quarter pound of baking soda, some flour, egg, and that power
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| Heat the oven above two
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| Thousand degrees, that fire’s need to burn away all that extra
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| Now I’m purging in my youth
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| Certainly uncouth, since
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| I ain’t learned the rules, I never followed what the group did
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| I ain’t burned a bridge except the ones I wouldn’t use, so
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| If they still offended, hope they drop that weight and move
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| I’m unruly, but I’m loyal
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| God is faithful, that’s on my soil
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| That’s on my mama, swear I always knew I’m royal
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| But my crown don’t fit my lock so I just made one out of foil, Supa Good
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| It’s a struggle every day, but there is a way out
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| We may have to rumble, but when you leave the tunnel
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| All you gotta do is carry on
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| Just need to carry on
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| And only bring enough to carry on
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| Just need to carry on
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| Check our times of living at the motel off on Jefferson
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| In twelfth, I’m at that shelf, waiting for my deposit
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| I just gotta safely pull up out that parking lot garage and duck and dodge the
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| law
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| 'Cause my lil' car been riding flawed, no license, lying to my broad
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| I’m passing Broadway, I’ll be on my way soon
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| Really in the rearview making sure my hairdo groomed
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| Tommy told me, yo, we ain’t got shit, but we the shit
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| I often talk into my mirror, ain’t got peers to reflect with
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| I just get a little distressed with all the ifs
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| And buts and problems thought by me that didn’t exist
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| But I think I would think until they splash when I blink
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| Wiping until they red like the chapters I read
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| Let us create the man in our likeness and see that it was good, but if it’s true
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| You tellin' me I can just lift my tongue and speak a different one? |
| Here it come
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| I’m beautiful, I’m beautiful, I live through the storm
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| I know I could rise on broken legs and walk if I want
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| I survive until I spot a light at the end of the tunnel
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| I know I’m the one, I know that it’s I
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| Wipe my nose and my eyes, surprised the smile ain’t recognized since a child
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| It’s a struggle every day, but there is a way out
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| We may have to rumble, but when you leave the tunnel
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| All you gotta do is carry on
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| Just need to carry on
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| And only bring enough to carry on
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| Just need to carry on |