| This situation made me gravely tensed
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| I’m strugglin' to pay these daily debts
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| It’s piling to the ceilin' feelin' like I’m taking baby steps
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| Cuz gasoline is up like 80 cents
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| I’m mainly stressed and my shady land lady gave crazy threats the other day
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| Yo I wonder how we remain sane
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| And through this strain yo what allowed me to maintain
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| Instead of fallin' off this deep end
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| Even when my evil calender be steady stalling up the weekend
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| Fuck it yo I’m callin' off for sleepin'
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| Close minded but I always find a thought that’s small enough to creep in
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| Tellin' me to wake up
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| Regardless of a better day
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| My day sucks, and do just what it takes to get this cake what
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| Yo I don’t condone to love material objects
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| But i wanna see more than just untrivial progress
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| And I ain’t talkin' bout no all off the wall
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| Shit I just wanna smile when it’s all better nigga yeah.
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| Chorus: (Tek-nition)
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| Uh, what a wonderful feeling
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| I swear this year we going in for a couple of million
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| Like fill your stereos again with that gutta-ble rhythm
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| That you can hear me pouring in, put your cups to the ceilin'
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| Cuz nigga here we go again…(2x)
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| Scratches: (DJ Tha Boss)
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| Here we go, Here, Here we go
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| Say what, Here we-we go
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| C’mon, Here we go again
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| Verse 2: (Hex One)
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| (Yeah.Yo)
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| I see all these peeps in the struggle
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| Holdin' their brokin' dreams in a bubble
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| No sleep, show me the stolen piece in this puzzle
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| I call it self defeat, and it’s subtle
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| When you meet, then it’s trouble
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| Careful for you find your feet, in the?
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| Word life, you gotta find something to keep you workin'
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| Something unique, somethin' that’s real and you need for certain
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| Something that’s deep
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| And i advise you to be determined
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| Survivin' a 9 to 5 is slot with a?
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| You need your purpose
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| You see mine is taking you high with these lethal verses
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| Cuz when life is makin' you cry with them bleak excursions
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| You need some more than what they preach in churches
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| A perfect beat, a pen and a couple of speakers burstin'
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| Now you can’t stop me with no weak disturbance
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| Cuz I’mma climb until I reach the surface
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| That shit was predetermined
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| So read the words and re-interpret what i speak in cursive
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| And shit just try to heed the sermon son (try to heed baby)
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| (Tek-nition talking)
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| Hey man, I feel what you talkin' bout and shit man…
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| But sometimes dog, you just gotta have fun kid you feel me
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| Hit the escape key from all your issues and just have a good time man
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| But down your light bills, car loans, money orders for rent
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| Pick up a fresh bottle and?
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| Just cool out you feel me
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| Chorus: (Tek-nition)
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| Yeah, what a wonderful feeling
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| I swear this year we going in for a couple of million
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| Like fill your stereos again with that gutta-ble rhythm
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| That you can hear me pouring in, put your cups to the ceilin'
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| Cuz nigga here we go again…
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| Verse 3: (Tek-nition)
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| A glass of that? |
| compliments the ocean wind
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| What good is the feelin' without your? |
| and your closest friends
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| Emotions revealed that?
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| Her sister she’s holdin' in, her pixel porcelain skin well…
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| You go me baby, (You know) and ain’t no need to cry
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| You need some time to ease your mind well I could be the guy (I could be him)
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| Cuz we?
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| I could reach the sky,?
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| ?, without the? |
| to try
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| We comfortable livin' lovin' voluptuous women
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| No rush to the endin' once again put your cups to the ceilin' (put your cups up)
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| We comfortable livin' lovin' voluptuous women
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| Fuck I’m lovin' this feelin' (You gotta love it man)
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| Chorus: (Tek-nition)
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| Uh, what a wonderful feeling
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| I swear this year we going in for a couple of million
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| Like fill your stereos again with that gutta-ble rhythm
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| That you can hear me pouring in, put your cups to the ceilin'
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| Cuz nigga here we go again…(2x)
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| Scratches: DJ Tha Boss
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| (Lethal Scratching)
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| Here we go again… go again. |
| go again |