| They never made it easy
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| Two tones, never home, always leaving
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| I rebel against shit that don’t make sense
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| Like the times when I couldn’t even make rent
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| Like that time when they took me for an asshole
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| «Oh, he’s sad, just stuff him with some Paxil
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| Be glad, you’re lucky you’re a natural
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| Here’s a couple pills for the road, safe travels»
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| I don’t want your pills doc
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| Make the pills stop, think they made my skills drop
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| I was ill doc, now I’m too chill doc
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| Even when I’m way low, you know I’ma still drop
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| Still pop on the mic, call it «Reset»
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| I was down and out, fuck it I was depressed
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| I needed -, I was sleepless
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| Counting sheep, 'cause my dreams got repressed
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| Hey! |
| What happened to my friends though
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| My girl left me, now we in the friend zone
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| Fuck a friend though, I don’t need a friendo
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| Thought you had my back, but you folded like a tent pole
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| Hey, don’t play me like Nintendo
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| Your last chance, put the truth up in the tempo
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| Let’s go, we’ve been kicking it like Kenpō
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| I don’t dance, even when I’m in the end zone
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| I’m in the moment, I know I’m from the future though
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| Two tone rebel, catch me on the dark side
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| 'Til I make them motherfuckers bounce
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| Keep a level head never tripping over fault lines
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| Two tone rebel, grays don’t fade
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| But they drone on, they drone on
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| Big brother in the sky tryna watch us get way high
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| I’ma make it right, I’ma get it right
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| If I die tonight, know I went out with a motherfucking fight
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| I’ma chase the win, if I lose it all
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| I’ma hella star, fuck the devil, I’m a rebel with a cause
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| I don’t need to ball, I just need to play
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| Just need a way, just need to say fuck the other lane
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| I’m in outer space, meaning that I’m safe, meaning I can play, play!
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| I can do it all, I can be the one
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| I can be a son to a father, or a father to a son
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| Not yet too young, see me when I’m older
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| Never preaching to the choir 'bout the fire that emboldens
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| They be talking that Y.O.L.O., I be sipping that solo
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| And spitting the shit that’s hitting the speakers for my soldiers
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| And for my soldiers, meet me and then you know me
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| See me and you’ve consoled me
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| Salute me and you’re my homie, like
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| I’m in the moment, I know I’m from the future though
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| Two tone rebel, catch me on the dark side
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| 'Til I make them motherfuckers bounce
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| Keep a level head never tripping over fault lines
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| Two tone rebel, grays don’t fade
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| But they drone on, they drone on
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| Big brother in the sky tryna watch us get way high |