| Yeah.
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| Everyday I wake up to the sounds of waves crashin
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| Make moves, it’s time to take action
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| More bread for the basket, no sleep
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| I do that when I’m in the casket
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| No patience, I take no breaks, no vacations
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| I can’t wait (yeah); |
| time is money
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| Shine like California skies that sunny after the rain
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| When it’s all said and done, make sure they remember my name
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| Level-headed, hop off a G4 jet and get on the train
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| And jump off a taxi cab and get on the stage
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| No flash, never do shows for no cash
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| The cheques come to my government name (that's right)
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| But Chemistry Man is what I’m known as
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| (Of course) You already know that; |
| hit up the city
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| Hit my man on the jack, like, «Where the smoke at?»
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| My mind is free, no cage
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| Center stage when it’s time to speak.
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| Drummer setter, nobody better
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| I stand next to the man that tells the weather (yeah)
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| Like Goldie with the red leather, I’m checkin my cheddar
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| (E-V) Grammy family wildin out, where the media flocks
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| To me it’s a night at home, another pizza box
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| Another verse of cursing, tryna connect the dots
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| Just to hop, skip, and to jump from peddling never stops
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| Turn on my inbox, bills in my mailbox
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| As long as the beat knocks, I feel no stress
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| No chance to second guess, a feeling like this (right here)
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| No day I live twice, Venice still in the west (I like that)
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| Spend six months out the year, on my hustle and grind
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| The other half spent plottin the next
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| Doublin time, ALC collaboration
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| Congratulations, I’ma bubble and shine
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| Startin the day with, «Pardon, I’ma part this stage»
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| I hope you’re part at my side, when I drop this way
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| Eight point eight, shake shit up, it’s our nature
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| LA’s unstable, still chasin paper, crazy
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| «So fresh" — |