| You need to get a job you need to go back to school
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| This isn’t proper all you do is act a fool
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| Look at Tim, don’t you remember he was your friend
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| He’s a lawyer you could have been just like him
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| I’m a give him a call now, tell me how does that sound
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| And turn that crap down please you are such a child
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| It’s not music it’s foul and it’s way too loud
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| You really need to settle down and make grandma proud
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| First of all grandma likes my shit so go ahead and call Tim, no I insist
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| And ask him about the job that he loves so much
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| And how he would give it all up just to rock with us
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| The way I see it I would rather rock this place
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| Cause I can rise out of misery and shock the state
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| I could literally change lives with the vibes I make
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| Or I could give it up and rot at a job I hate
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| Now that sounds tempting but thanks I’ll pass
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| It’s not me and I’m sorry that it makes you mad
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| But when I’m old I would rather look back at the past knowing in my heart I
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| gave it everything I had
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| Bigger and better things I’m not trying to be mean
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| I got love for the music and love for the scene
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| I respect your opinion but lately it seems
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| I could either follow your rules or follow my dreams
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| The path to the future is hard to see
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| Don’t stand still and let it pass you by by
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| Don’t let it pass you by
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| You stay complacent, I hate the thought
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| It’s too basic so face it we’re taking off
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| I look up to my elders, they paid the cost
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| But I’ll take what they say with a grain of salt
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| I’ll be the first to confess to invest is smart
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| So I’ll invest my heart in my reckless art
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| And gain acceptance from legends who set the bar
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| Think not, better check my repertoire
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| Enter into the mind of miracles intertwined
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| With wicked lyric artillery dropping at any time
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| It really be killing me when they chopping with iffy rhymes
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| Get chopped up and screwed behind enemy lines
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| I know the rappers can’t stand em
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| They try to stack up the antics
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| And then they happen to panic
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| You cannot battle a cannon
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| I’m sick and tired of this standing
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| About to rattle the planet
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| And ride off into the galaxy you probably can’t understand it
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| But I’m headed to the top and I know I’m gone shine
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| Coming down with a Hardy Boy Swanton Bomb
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| The path to the future is hard to see
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| Don’t stand still and let it pass you by by
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| Don’t let it pass you by
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| This world is cold, this we all know
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| Just something you gotta deal with
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| Some search far, high and low
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| For somebody to keep it real with
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| Some grab a disc of their favorite mix
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| And sit an reminisce and let their minds roam
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| When the music hits you lose your shit
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| Cause that line made sense and it really hits home
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| Your tears and the beat drop at the same time
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| Racing for your heart until they reach the bass line
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| Then you fall apart as they hit their mark
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| Like straight to your chest point blank in the dark
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| These artist are marksman, we rarely miss
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| We hold on to the things you can barely grip
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| A padded room and straight jacket that barely fits
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| Like a walk in the park when compared to this
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| We amplify everything you feel inside
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| It doesn’t matter what you feel cause you feel alive
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| Kill the lies, don’t ever let them kill your pride
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| Keep it up, have faith, keep real alive
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| Just vibe to the music
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| You can’t hide from the music
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| But you can decide how to use it
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| Or you can stand by just watch it die
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| Then we can all sing bye bye miss American Pie
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| The future is here now
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| No time left for fear now
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| The future is here now
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| It’s time for us to stand out
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| Sometimes the future is frightening
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| But if you stand still life will break you down
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| Now all my doubts are behind me
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| Need to get out and take it
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| Don’t let it pass you by |