| Yeah I was born a misfit, grew up ten miles from the town of Ipswich
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| Wanted to make it big I wished it to existence
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| I never was a sick kid, always dismissed quick
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| Stick to singing, stop rapping like it's Christmas
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| And if you're talkin' money then my conversation's shiftin'
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| My dreams are bigger than just being on the rich list
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| Might be insanity but people call it gifted
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| My face is going numb from the shit this stuff is mixed with
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| Watch how the lyrics in this song might get twisted
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| My wife wears red but looks better without the lipstick
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| I'm a private guy, and you know nothing about my business
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| And if I had my fifteen minutes, I must have missed 'em
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| Twenty years old is when I came in the game
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| And now it's eight years on and you remember the name
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| And if you thought I was good well then I'm better today
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| But it's ironic how you people thought I'd never be great
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| I like my shows open air, Tokyo to Delaware
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| Put your phones in the air if you wanna be rocked
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| You know I want way more than I already got
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| Give me a song with Eminem and 50 Cent "In Da Club"
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| You know it ain't my time to call it a day
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| I wanna crack on and I wanna be paid
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| But it's 'bout time you remember the name
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| Aye-aye, aye-aye
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| You know it ain't my time to call it a day
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| I wanna crack on and I wanna be paid
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| But it's 'bout time you remember the name
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| Aye-aye, aye-aye
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| Hey, hey, hey
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| I can still remember (What?)
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| Tryna shop a deal (Uh-huh)
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| From Taco Bell to TRL, I climbed the Billboard charts
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| To the top until as fate would have it (Yeah)
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| Became an addict, funny 'cause I had pop appeal
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| But they said time'll tell (What?) If I'd prevail (Huh?)
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| And all I did was (What?) Put Nine Inch Nails (Where?)
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| In my eye-lids now (What?) I'm seeing diamond sales
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| Like I'm in Zales (Yeah) Without a doubt, by any means
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| If rap was skinny jeans, I couldn't do anything in 'em
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| I'd be splitting seams of denim when I'm spitting schemes
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| Which really means, no if ands or butts, are squeezin' in between
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| You sleep on me, 'cause you're only fuckin' living in your dreams
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| Not even when I'm on my death bed
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| Man, I feel like Ed, it isn't time to drop the mic yet
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| So, why would I quit? |
| The thought that I would stop when I'm dead
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| Just popped in my head, I said it, then forgot what I said
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| It isn't my time to call it a day
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| I got rap locked and I'm already paid
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| But it's 'bout time you remember the name
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| Aye-aye, aye-aye
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| You know it ain't my time to call it a day
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| I got rap locked and I'm already paid
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| But it's 'bout time you remember the name
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| Aye-aye, aye-aye
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| Ain't nobody cold as me, I dress so fresh, so clean
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| You could find me in my whip rockin my Fendi drip
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| Man, you know just what I mean
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| Shining, wrist with the rocks on it
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| Buscemi's the locks on it
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| Everything my voice on, the shit knock, don't it?
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| Balenciaga saga, I'm in Bergdorf ballin'
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| It's just another episode, my hoes, I spoil 'em
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| She like the fly shit, and I like to buy shit
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| Shit, I'm gettin' stupid money, what else we gon' do with money?
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| Bitch we be ballin' out, the king bringing 50 bottles
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| Tonight we gon' blow a check, worry 'bout the shit tomorrow
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| The turn up is so real, we 'bout to be super lit
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| Boy, I'm kickin' straight facts, that's just how we do this shit
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| Tomorrow we hangin' over, 'til we start feelin' sober
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| Then it's time to start it over, here we go again
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| You know it ain't my time to call it a day
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| I got rap locked and I'm already paid
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| And it's 'bout time you remember the name
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| Aye-aye, aye-aye
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| You know it ain't my time to call it a day
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| I got rap locked and I'm already paid
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| But it's 'bout time you remember the name
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| Aye-aye, aye-aye
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| (Hey, hey, hey) |