| Slow burn
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| It’s a struggle but you get what you earn
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| No time left
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| For me to wait my turn
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| I dug too deep (Too deep)
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| Now I can’t stop 'til I’m six feet (Six feet)
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| Slow burn
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| Every struggle was lesson learned
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| No handouts
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| I had to wait my turn
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| I earned my keep (My keep)
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| So I’ma take it and leave
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| I’ve got to find my piece, when the sun sleeps
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| Cold nights I question, my intention to follow the road less travelled
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| Cold nights I wonder, how I suffer while they feast
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| Eat it up with your silver spoon
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| You could never walk a mile in my boots
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| Let it rain, I was built from the pain
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| Dark times are nothing new
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| What are you willing to give?
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| I bet my soul on black
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| Man, I’m just trying to live
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| Hit me
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| What’s it worth to you?
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| You missed the grind by the skin of your teeth
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| I eat the fruit of my labor, then I spit out the bitter seeds
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| Slow burn
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| It’s a struggle but you get what you earn
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| No time left
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| For me to wait my turn
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| I dug too deep (Too deep)
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| Now I can’t stop 'til I’m six feet (Six feet)
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| Slow burn
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| Every struggle was lesson learned
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| No handouts
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| I had to wait my turn
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| I earned my keep (My keep)
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| So I’ma take it and leave
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| Cold nights I question, your intention to follow the road less travelled
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| Cold nights I wonder, if this means to you what it means to me
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| If you pass me by, I won’t even blink
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| I’ve got another focus lately
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| Burn slow
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| I can see through the smoke, even if I’m barely breathing
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| Gripped so tight, I burn slow |