| The nights are long, I’m growing older
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| I miss the days of old thinking about you (thinking about you)
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| You may be gone but you’re never over
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| If Proof could see me now I know he’d be proud
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| Somewhere in me deep down there’s something in me he found
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| That made him believe in me, now no one can beat me now
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| You try it’ll be them doors on Dre’s Phantom, believe me clowns
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| That means «suicide"homie, you’ll never throw me
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| Off of this course, blow me
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| Bitch, I do this all for the sport only
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| But I want it all
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| I’m not just talking awards, homie
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| And the balls in my court and it’s lonely
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| On top of the world when you’re the only
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| One with the balls in your shorts
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| To leave their jaws on the floors with no remorse
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| Remember that when they get to dogging you boy, homie
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| So ya’ll can just get to blogging about bologna,
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| I’m not gonna stop, the saga continues
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| No stopping the force, Obi
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| I’m mopping the floors with 'em
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| I keep trying to pass it
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| But they keep on dropping the torch
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| And it won’t be long 'til this sport is O-V-E-R
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| Just Blaze and me we are knocking on doors
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| And no, we ain’t pumpkins on Halloween
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| But we’ll show up on your porch,
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| So be careful what you say
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| There ain’t no punks over here, so follow me
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| Through the fog like I’m S-N double O-P
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| Let me guide you through the smoke G
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| If only I wasn’t travelling down this road by my lonely
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| No one who knew me like you will ever know me
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| I don’t think you understand how much you meant to me
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| The days are cold living without you (without you)
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| The nights are long I’m growing older
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| I miss the days of old thinking about you (thinking about you)
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| You may be gone but you’re never over
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| And it don’t stop oh
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| And it don’t quit oh
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| And it don’t stop oh
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| And it don’t quit oh
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| And I miss you oh
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| I just miss you oh
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| I just miss you oh
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| And homie I’ll never forget you, no
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| For you I wanna write the sickest rhyme of my life
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| So sick it’ll blow up the mic, it’ll put the dyna in mite
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| Yeah it’ll make the dopest MC wanna jump off a bridge and shit himself
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| Tap-dancing all over the beat, it’ll jump off the page and spit itself
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| Guess that the best thing I could do right now, Doody, for you is to rap
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| So I’m gonna fuck 'til I die, yeah, I’mma do it to death
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| And instead of mourning your death I’d rather celebrate your life
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| Elevate to new height
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| Step on the gas and accelerate, I’mma need 2 mics
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| 'Cause the way that I’m feeling tonight, everything I can just do right
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| There’s nothing that I can do wrong, I’m too strong and I’m just too hyped
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| Just finish the rhyme and bust it, excuse the corny metaphor
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| But they’ll never catch up to all this energy that I’ve mustered
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| So God just help me out while I fight through this grieving process
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| Trying to process this loss is making me nauseous
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| But this depression ain’t taking me hostage
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| I’ve been patiently watching, this game pacing these hallways
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| You had faith in me always
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| Proof, you knew I’d come out of this slump rise from these ashes
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| Come right back on they asses and go Mike Tyson on these bastards
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| And I’mma show 'em, blow 'em out the water, slaughter 'em, homes
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| I’mma own so many belts the only place they can hit me is below 'em
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| Homie, I know I’m never gonna be the same without you
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| I never would’ve came in this game I’m going insane without you
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| Matter of fact it was just the other night
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| Had another dream about you
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| You told me to get up, I got up, I spread my wings and I flew
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| You gave me a reason to fight, I was on my way to see you
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| You told me, «Nah, Doody, you’re not laying on that table I knew.»
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| I was gonna make it soon as you said, «Think of Hailie,"I knew
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| There wasn’t no way that I was ever gonna leave them babies and Proof
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| Not many are lucky enough to have a guardian angel like you
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| Lord I’m so thankful, please don’t think that I don’t feel grateful, I do
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| Just grant me the strength that I need for one more day to get through
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| So, homie, this is your song, I dedicate this to you
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| I love you, Doody
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| The days are cold living without you (without you)
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| The nights are long I’m growing older
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| I miss the days of old thinking about you (thinking about you)
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| You may be gone but you’re never over
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| And it don’t stop oh
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| And it don’t quit oh
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| And it don’t stop oh
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| And it don’t quit oh
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| And I miss you oh
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| I just miss you oh
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| I just miss you oh
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| And homie I’ll never forget you no |