| I got the new world in my view
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| On my journey I pursue
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| I said I’m running, running for the city
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| I got the new world in my view
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| I got the new world in my view
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| On my journey I pursue
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| Lord said I’m running, running for the city
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| I got the new world in my view
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| They ain’t got no muscle, no hustle
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| No backbone, I stand alone
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| Not tripping, just saying, I’m different
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| Ain’t hanging on the coattails of the next man
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| Passport in my left hand, thinking that you are next
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| Heck, hope you ain’t holding your breath, man
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| Cause I’m out here, I’m hungry, I don’t play around, trust me
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| Ain’t hexed my drive since my Honda Civic got rusty
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| And my girl said she loved me, it’s funny
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| Just thinking back, study hard for that 9 to 5
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| Like I thought that I’d be good with that
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| I was dreaming, still dreaming, spoil it on me like Willie Beaman
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| Still performing like Al Pachino, we stuck around in tuxedos
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| With my peoples, we growing up 'stead of seeing others slowing up
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| Tint squad, we throwing up, every time we showing up
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| Get it while I’m living
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| All I ever hear is the clock tick, tick, ticking
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| So I’m 'bout my business
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| And I’m running, I’m running
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| I’m running with you now
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| They don’t wanna give it up
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| We gon' make it out
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| Get it while I’m living
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| All I ever hear is the clock tick, tick, ticking
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| So I’m 'bout my business
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| And I’m running, I’m running
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| I’m running with them, yeah
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| They don’t wanna give it up
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| We don’t make them ask it
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| It don’t get no greater, feel like I’m on fire
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| Feel like I’m Johnny Storm, feel like I’m volatile
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| Explosive, get close enough to notice
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| Your girl act out of character when she see me approaching
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| Ain’t pouching I’m just saying it’s nothing
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| You punching above your weight, I’m something
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| She ain’t seen no substitute in that A team
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| That’s B.A., Baracus, that BS, that whackness
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| Get no play in my axis, make 'em jump like AJ Hackett
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| Guarantee you in these boots they couldn’t walk one mile
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| I really need to go and hang it up like a drunk dial
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| So behind the times they should probably rock a sundial
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| Shattering their dreams, I could make Big Pun smile
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| Music from the soul, don’t need them to help me
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| If they fiending for the flash, they should take another selfie
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| Said I’m running, I’m running like Mo Farah so dapper
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| Swear the whole world could go against me, it don’t matter, man
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| Get it while I’m living
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| All I ever hear is the clock tick, tick, ticking
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| So I’m 'bout my business
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| And I’m running, I’m running
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| I’m running with you now
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| They don’t wanna give it up
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| We gon' make it out
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| Get it while I’m living
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| All I ever hear is the clock tick, tick, ticking
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| So I’m 'bout my business
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| And I’m running, I’m running
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| I’m running with them, yeah
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| They don’t wanna give it up
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| We don’t make them ask it
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| I’m on the chase
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| Won’t wait another day
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| My plan is falling into place
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| We ain’t got much to lose
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| I wanna taste
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| Won’t wait another day
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| My plan is falling into place
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| We ain’t got much to lose
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| Get it while I’m living
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| All I ever hear is the clock tick, tick, ticking
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| So I’m 'bout my business
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| And I’m running, I’m running
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| I’m running with you now
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| They don’t wanna give it up
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| We gon' make it out
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| Get it while I’m living
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| All I ever hear is the clock tick, tick, ticking
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| So I’m 'bout my business
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| And I’m running, I’m running
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| I’m running with them, yeah
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| They don’t wanna give it up
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| We don’t make them ask it |