| Lights above, ayy, lights below
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| Light on the wing, ayy, feeling lightheaded
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| I’m tryna whip it to heavy, to carry a lady
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| If you can’t, if you can’t
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| If you dare, I dare you, sorry
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| Rest in peace to old peace
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| Bless the hands that hold time
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| Trip and fall on old leaves
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| (And the ties that bind, oh)
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| Stole a glance at thrown stones
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| Fortify for four to five years
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| Open up like I know
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| What’s eating me up inside
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| To the liars in the cut (To the liars in the cut)
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| Holding on to whatever you can
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| I was on my way to victory until I heard the message
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| (You ain’t never gon' make it, my man, oh)
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| Calling you motivation
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| Constantly try my patience, oh yeah
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| You ain’t louder than the doubter that’s in my medulla oblongata
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| Feeling in my body that won’t let me be
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| Feels like (Falling), feels like (Falling)
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| Every single time I think about it, it gets
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| It gets to me, it gets to me
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| Feeling in my body that won’t let me be (Let me be)
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| Feels like (Falling), feels like (Falling)
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| Every single time I think about it, it gets
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| It gets to me, it gets to me
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| Looking both ways against my will
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| Backtracking, tryna get off and on
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| Too often, I was just off my own
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| (I mean) On my own
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| Vibe, tribe, chatter
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| Ride, snakes, ladders
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| I’m right, holy shit, I’m right
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| To the liars in the cut (To the liars in the cut)
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| Holding on to whatever you can
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| I was on my way to victory until I heard the message
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| (You ain’t never gon' make it, my man, oh)
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| Calling you motivation
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| Constantly try my patience, oh yeah
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| You ain’t louder than the doubter that’s in my medulla oblongata
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| Feeling in my body that won’t let me be
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| Feels like (Falling), feels like (Falling)
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| Every single time I think about it, it gets
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| It gets to me, it gets to me
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| Feeling in my body that won’t let me be (Let me be)
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| Feels like (Falling), feels like (Falling)
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| Every single time I think about it, it gets
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| It gets to me, it gets to me
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| It feels like an old pain that is not mine
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| It feels like a soul pain that is not mine
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| It feels like an old pain that is not mine
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| It feels like a soul pain that is not mine
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| It feels like an old pain that is not mine
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| It feels like a soul pain that is not mine
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| It feels like an old pain that is not mine
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| It feels like an old answer that I cannot find
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| All that time spent on a lost hope
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| (To be fair to myself, yeah)
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| Every breath, a reminder that I don’t know
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| (To be fair to myself, yeah)
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| Life’s an odd thing to feel
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| (And I’m here to feel)
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| What I’m here to feel
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| I’m done running from it
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| (Done running from it)
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| (Done running from it)
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| (Done running from it)
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| Conquer (Woo)
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| (Ayy, woo)
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| (Done running from it)
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| (I'm done running from it) |