| I walk on water
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| But I ain’t no Jesus
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| I walk on water
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| But only when it freezes (fuck)
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| Why are expectations so high?
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| Is it the bar I set?
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| My arms, I stretch, but I can’t reach
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| A far cry from it, or it’s in my grasp, but as
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| Soon as I grab, squeeze
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| I lose my grip like the flyin' trapeze
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| Into the dark I plummet, now the sky’s blackenin'
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| I know the mark’s high, butterflies rip apart my stomach
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| Knowin' that no matter what bars I come with
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| You’re gonna harp, gripe, and
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| That’s a hard Vicodin to swallow, so I scrap these
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| As pressure increases like khakis
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| I feel the ice cracking, because
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| I walk on water
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| But I ain’t no Jesus
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| (It's the curse of the, it’s the curse of the)
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| I walk on water (shit)
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| But only when it freezes
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| It’s the curse of the standard, that the first of the Mathers disc set
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| Always in search of the verse that I haven’t spit yet
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| Will this step just be another misstep
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| To tarnish, whatever the legacy, love or respect
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| I’ve garnered?
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| The rhyme has to be perfect, the delivery flawless
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| And it always feels like I’m hittin' the mark |
| 'Til I go sit in the car, listen and pick it apart
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| Like, «This shit is garbage!»
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| God’s given me all this, still I feel no different regardless
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| Kids look to me as a god, this is retarded
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| If only they knew, it’s a facade and it’s exhaustive
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| And I try not to listen to nonsense
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| But if you bitches are tryin' to strip me of my confidence
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| Mission accomplished
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| I’m not God-sent
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| Nas, Rakim, Pac, B.I.G., James Todd Smith, and I’m not Prince, so
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| I walk on water
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| But I ain’t no Jesus
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| I walk on water
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| (It's true, I’m a Rubik’s, it’s true)
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| But only when it freezes
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| (It's true)
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| 'Cause I’m only human, just like you
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| Making my mistakes, oh if you only knew
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| I don’t think you should believe in me the way that you do
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| 'Cause I’m terrified to let you down, oh
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| It’s true, I’m a Rubik’s, a beautiful mess
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| At times juvenile, yes, I goof and I jest
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| A flawed human, I guess
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| But I’m doin' my best to not ruin your expectations and meet 'em, but first
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| The «Speedom"verse, now Big Sean
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| He’s going too fast, is he gonna shout or curse out his mom? |
| There was a time I had the world by the balls, eating out my palm
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| Every album song I was spazzin' the fuck out on
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| And now I’m gettin' clowned and frowned on
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| But the only one who’s looking down on
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| Me that matters now’s DeShaun
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| Am I lucky to be around this long?
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| Begs the question though
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| Especially after the methadone
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| As yesterday fades and the Dresden home
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| Is burnt to the ground, and all that’s left of my house is lawn
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| The crowds are gone
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| And it’s time to wash out the blonde
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| Sales decline, the curtains drawn
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| They’re closing the set, I’m still poking my head from out behind
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| And everyone who has doubt, remind
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| Now take your best rhyme, outdo it, now do it a thousand times
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| Now let 'em tell ya the world no longer cares or gives a fuck about your rhymes
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| And as I grow outta sight, outta mind, I might go outta mine
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| 'Cause how do I ever let this mic go without a fight
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| When I made a fuckin' tightrope outta twine?
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| But when I do fall from these heights though, I’ll be fine
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| I won’t pout or cry or spiral down or whine |
| But I’ll decide if it’s my final bow this time around, 'cause
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| I walk on water
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| But I ain’t no Jesus
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| I walk on water
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| But only when it freezes
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| 'Cause I’m only human, just like you
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| I’ve been making my mistakes, oh if you only knew
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| I don’t think you should believe in me the way that you do
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| 'Cause I’m terrified to let you down, oh
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| If I walked on water, I would drown
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| 'Cause I’m just a man
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| But as long as I got a mic, I’m godlike
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| So me and you are not alike
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| Bitch, I wrote «Stan» |