| From the pacific island of Samoa via Middlemore
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| And still as raw as the day a little boy was delivered on
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| Deliver non-fiction all real, no silicon
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| Been sitting on a goldmine the way I been killing songs
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| Underdog, but ain’t trying to play this position long
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| The top cats is looking weak, but I feel gorilla strong
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| Ain’t kidding dog King Kong ain’t got shit on me
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| Word to Curren$y I’m flying but ain’t got weed on me
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| You can catch me on a long haul
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| Riding Air New Zealand or Qantas
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| Me and Che hit the states with no sponsors
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| And accomplished more than more these fuckhead labels did
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| Even though they had untold grinds to pay for shit
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| Pushing trash indie bands whose resume’s paper thin
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| That play South By once then never play again
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| I play to win, put money on the line I don’t have
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| Then say «fuck it if I fail it ain’t so bad»
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| Being broke, I’d rather take a risk than be a joke
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| Who thinks he’s really living life when he ain’t leaving home
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| I’m trying to see the world they just trying to meet some girls
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| And get in the club for free for a weekend splurge
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| See how quick they on my dick when I reemerge
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| On some Jean Grae shit, they just real gay pricks
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| D dot D A bitch, say it with authority
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| People asking what’s good, I’m in that minority
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| You thinking music sucks now, they’re in that majority
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| Ain’t in no fraternity they probably in sororities
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| And we don’t even have those where I’m from
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| People say the clocks ticking down 'til I blow up
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| I’m a time bomb but
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| Great stories don’t always get told, ask Saigon
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| I just hope these songs click with people like a Nikon
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| Ironic, 'cause for that I need for them to click the icon
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| Hit the ‘Save As' menu button, yeah the right one
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| Burn a fuckin' CD, chuck it on your Ipod
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| Play it in your car, this some shit you can vibe on
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| Shouts to Adidas, it’s been a while since I had Nikes on
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| And anybody else who helped the bro to keep the lights on, yeah
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| Life is just a series of peaks and troughs
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| And you don’t know whether you’re in a trough until you’re climbing out
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| Or on a peak until you’re coming down
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| That’s it; |
| you know, you’ll never know what’s around the corner,
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| but it’s all good, you know
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| «If you want the rainbow, you’ll have to put up with the rain»
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| You know which 'philosopher' said that?
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| Dolly Parton. |
| And people say she’s just a big pair of tits |