| Verse One
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| Now it’s twenty 0-five, I’m still living with my Pops
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| I’m twenty-seven, nearly twenty-eight
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| Suffocating from the lack of space
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| So I found my own place, but my Father told me «don't go
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| Stay here, you can rent that place for cash and make some doe»
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| But I knew that I was now a man and had to leave the nest
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| I had to be the King of my own castle and beat my chest
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| Gotta live my own rules, so I need my own roof
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| Peace Pops, I thank you for my whole youth
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| Before I left he me told to remember these words
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| «you're alone this world, so stand firm»
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| I gotta say I learned a whole lot from this old Pops
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| Made me to the man I am, I gotta give him mo' props
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| Packing up my boxes, it took me like a couple days
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| And now I’m standing in an empty room gazing
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| Thinking of the memories I’m taking to my new home
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| Doing everything alone, then I phoned for a cab
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| I packed the elevator, made a few trips
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| Got my clothes on the back seat
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| And plus my music in the trunk
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| And it’s the 10th of October
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| The Dennison chapter of my life is over… |