| I should have listened to my mother
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| She told me think before you speak
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| You better run for cover
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| When your head is hiding from the police
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| Now look at what I started
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| Lord I beg your pardon
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| I need to leave this secret garden
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| They say home is where the heart is
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| Home is where the heart is
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| Life’s crazy now! |
| I’m asking how many of my friends got babies now
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| Life ain’t waiting around for no man it won’t slow down it just speeds up
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| that’s when I freeze up
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| And I think of the future do I want daughters do I need sons
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| In this messed up world do I need love
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| Need drink, do I need skunk
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| To elevate me like fiends, fuck!
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| Jim you think too deep cuz
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| Yeah I know it and I hate my brain cos it never can go with the grain
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| This life’s an enigma straight
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| No peace 'til I rest in peace
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| I should have listened to my mother
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| She told me think before you speak
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| You better run for cover
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| When your head is hiding from the police
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| Now look at what I started
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| Lord I beg your pardon
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| I need to leave this secret garden
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| They say home is where the heart is
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| I’ve seen a lot of lights flash
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| Done well for a white trash kid that dwelled in the timelapse
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| Vibing to 90s rap in my night cap tryna bring time back
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| Whys that? |
| I don’t really know but I worked on impulse
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| Writing tracks all about where my life’s at
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| I never knew I’d be a live act many years later
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| When you’re breaking through they all rate you
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| But when you make the cut they all hate you
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| Now I’m isolated I’m a stranger
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| Anywhere I go I’m in danger cos there’s always gonna be a hater
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| What’s life about? |
| Will I find out later
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| I should have listened to my mother
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| She told me think before you speak
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| You better run for cover
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| When your head is hiding from the police
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| Now look at what I started
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| Lord I beg your pardon
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| I need to leave this secret garden
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| They say home is where the heart is
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| Home is where the heart is
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| When the music dies and I’m obsolete I’ll spit my rhymes on a somber beat
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| Wave bye-bye like Dom McClean fly through time in a quantum leap
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| Witness life from a godly seat observing those that were lost like me
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| Explorers lost at sea when the siren seems so sweet
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| It’s enchanting 'til you don’t know who you are and your fate’s advancing
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| Look around you’re getting older now and still wasting chances
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| Raised in carnage now I feel like Bane in darkness
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| But I’m still dancing to an unknown beat with the speakers blasting
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| I should have listened to my mother
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| She told me think before you speak
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| You better run for cover
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| When your head is hiding from the police
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| Now look at what I started
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| Lord I beg your pardon
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| I need to leave this secret garden
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| They say home is where the heart is
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| Home is where the heart is |