| I need a song
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| That I can sang
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| When I’m alone
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| with my smoke and my drank
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| I need a place
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| Where I can live
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| Get a piece of mind
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| I need some time
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| So I can chill
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| Get in my zone
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| I need a song
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| To help me with my days, and help me with my nights
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| I chant my words like prayers to help me deal with life
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| In front of this mic I control the world I’m living in
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| This stage is my pulpit while I preach to my citizens
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| Don’t care bout fitting in, just want who listening
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| To know the words I quote are sincerely from deep within
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| Whenever I grab my pen and share this part of me
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| I only speak the truth so respect my artistry
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| The liquor gets me lifted and the coffee gets me focus
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| It helps me find a _ way from all the shit thats bogus
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| I’m tryna touch basis that writers often leave alone
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| I’m letting my words fall on these papers when I write these songs
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| I want to feel as if I’m Marvin back in 74'
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| And my brother went to war and «whats going on» was a song I wrote
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| I’m tuned in and what I know would make you feel me
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| Go deep inside this music tryna show the real world the real me
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| I need a song
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| That I can sang
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| When I’m alone
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| with my smoke and my drank
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| I need a place
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| Where I can live
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| Get a piece of mind
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| I need some time
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| So I can chill
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| Get in my zone
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| I need a song
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| When I’m feeling overwhelm and I’m stress
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| It’s like I cant hold it you can tell that I’m bless
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| I been dealt with the mess so long well it’s still in my head
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| But I feel like I failing a test |