| For years i’ve been searching for life’s perfect scenario
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| And speaking perfectly honest
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| I really haven’t found anything perfect, ever
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| Most of what i do is protected by my wall
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| Because of my fear that someone will come into my bullshit life
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| And mess it up even more
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| I make my own rules and then i break them
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| My best excuse is i’m an artist
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| Yeah they told me that it might take a life time
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| This whole life of mine
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| Standing where the light shine
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| I write a rhyme, i send it right down the pipe line
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| Fresh water, green trees in my sight line
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| Who in they right mind would dedicate their whole soul
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| But i’m a old soul, I been around the whole globe
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| Strobe light another show then back on the road
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| Mind hold information that can not be sold
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| Once in every daily movement an uprising ocures
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| A final moment in his or her’s life
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| As it’s
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| The strains and strains
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| The fingers of the man’s that pluck the strings of uncertainty
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| So never racking it is the master
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| Yeah
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| Well they told me
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| That coming from where I came from
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| The game is ugly
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| And it really doesn’t have nothing for me
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| Just a lot of pain
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| But I can’t complain
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| Every scene is just insane
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| Every concert knows my first name
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| It’s just really all a game
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| Slowly I think i’m just going insane
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| Plumbing down this sewer drain
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| Yeah, you just as strong as your dream
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| Maybe one day i’ll move of this rodeo lane
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| Until then I remain the same
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| Knowing better and doing better
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| Are 2 entirely different things
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| Theres a in the streets
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| Theres one as so ignorant as to as 1
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| In a uncomfortable situation
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| Love is the highest elevation of the game
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| I go by the name of mike 9
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| Plus 1 tight dime, peace
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| Having a nice time
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| No need for me to high sign
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| I find those who cock lines
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| Get crossed to make times? |
| combine
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| Imma in a eyes not blind
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| When I energize the mind
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| When I enter thighs and grind
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| When I rise and shine
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| I’m alive combined
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| Think up ways to make my enterprise climb
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| Ay, you know what
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| It’s kind of funny
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| Being a social butterfly
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| I find a way to exile myself out by drinking
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| I don’t have to always drink all the time
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| To have a good time but it seems like I gotta drink too much
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| Nah you ain’t gotta do that
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| Just to touch somebody
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| Shouldn’t even drink at all
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| Now that’s a problem
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| Don’t come to close to the motions I flow
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| I kinda don’t like water but a nigga love boats
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| So I can let you come on but you gotta play close
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| And don’t get to into it cause you can get soaked
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| I like the way I wave motion my boards
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| So I do get to caught up in to being to bored
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| I stay up on top, and keep up on the floor
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| I don’t like going underwater you can hear em' soar
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| As they drown
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| I’m trying to stay on top of ground
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| And under the radar
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| I’m going fathom’s below
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| But i’m way bizarre
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| More than they can ever catch
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| Catch me up there, brah
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| I think i’m going up
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| I can see the water getting clearer
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| As I soak em' up
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| But what I came to get
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| You so hostile
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| Feel like i’m living in a liqour bottle. |