| Sit down to watch me here
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| And the record comes on called don kennedy
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| Something he said really stuck to me He said, «if you don’t know my name by now
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| I ain’t working hard enough»
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| And I got off the chair and went to my bed
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| As I calmed down, the next thing I knew I was out of my head
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| Talking to a man with skin soft like carton
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| And when the tone so low I had no choice but to listen
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| He said, «come on, come on, you know you got something»
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| «come on, come on, there’s work to do»
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| «come on, come on, don’t make the people wait»
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| «come on, come on, get over you, it’s more than you»
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| I wallowed in self-pity for too long
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| Wanted to be noticed but had nothing going on Longed to be heard, compared myself to others
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| Which I know it’s so absurd, still, I found it getting worse
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| And that, he said to me, I did to name your art
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| Ella fitzgerald for me, I did it for the world to see
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| You were in your own league, but you gotta put the work in Focus on your dream
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| Come on, come on, you know you got something
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| Come on, come on, there’s work to do Come on, come on, don’t make the people wait
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| Come on, come on, get over you, it’s more than you
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| If you don’t know my name by now, I ain’t working hard
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| If you don’t know my name by now, I ain’t working hard
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| If you don’t know my name by now, I ain’t working hard enough
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| Hard enough
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| If you don’t know my name by now, I ain’t working hard
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| If you don’t know my name by now, I ain’t working hard
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| If you don’t know my name by now, I ain’t working hard enough
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| Hard enough
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| I see mothers limping home from graveyard shifts
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| Shutters rising before the sun
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| This is me, I forecast my history embedded on the pages
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| My nieces and nephews might read
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| I’ve yet to see a reflection with more potential
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| Yet I’m circle driven by comparing my successes to others
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| Beginners luck
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| You couldn’t begin to roam around the kingdom that I plan to construct
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| My heart whispers, «come on, come on»
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| While standing on a mountain, screaming to a thousand and one
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| Hoping that if I change the lives of any then we’ve already begun
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| To inspire and light fires in these daughters and sons
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| Willing to persevere through pain
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| So that one day they might feel the touch of their passion tumbling, embrace
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| I was born to be a legend, I say it because I mean it
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| I’d rather sound conceited before sounding defeated
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| Live forever |