| I swear to god that sometimes
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| I feel my life is going blah
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| From the women I wake up to
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| To the substance in my rhymes
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| And I’ve abused the truth by telling myself everythings fine
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| With all that negativity I’m ignoring, steadily climbed
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| And undescribed
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| But hell I know that I’m not perfect
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| God knows I can’t keep a girlfriend
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| 'Cause all of my problems surface
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| They feel I don’t deserve 'em
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| 'Cause their friends say that I’m worthless
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| Unappropriately portrayed in my words
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| And what about my music
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| Haven’t been making it lately
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| The way that I view haven’t been positive
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| Missing the fact that it’s human to get confused
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| I bleed and bruise like all the rest of you
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| But verbalize my bloo inhale the punches love has thrown at me
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| And breathe it out my lungs like…
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| And this all has been a mess
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| I replaced the things I love and ripped my heart out of my chest like…
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| And I’m not so concerned with why
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| I’m just here to count the minutes till tomorrows sun can rise
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| Listen…
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| How many times do you have to wake up to stop dreaming
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| And I wrap my love notes in dust but never read 'em
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| Many times I just try to give up to stop leaving you
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| I have my heart broke and busted
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| Most of it’s been crushed but I blame it on myself
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| 'Cause in the morning I don’t see the right reflection
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| That foggy mirror after my shower, I see rejection
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| And I’m not saying I’m depressed
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| Seems to be a common theme today
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| These children try to hate themselves
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| But don’t know why they feel that way
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| I got a real path paved and it’s been crazy
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| In a month I almost had the clap and possibly a baby
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| Relocated places credit companies chasin me
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| And new age taking on in it’s efficient pile of changes
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| And I hate it 'cause it’s all so uncontrollable
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| Losing myself inside this broken emotion of no one knows
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| What’s the point of ever falling in love
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| I find it’s more about the pain than it ever was about trust
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| Find it’s more about breaking chains and being confound there that it rusts
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| Found that love is just a test to most of us who’ve given up
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| But if you think of it logistically
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| Then love is open eye
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| 'Cause it’s everywhere you look
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| And it’s in every scar you hide
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| How many times do you have to wake up to stop dreaming
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| And I wrap my love notes in dust but never read 'em
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| Many times I just try to give up to stop leaving you
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| I have my heart broke and busted
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| Most of it’s been crushed but I blame it on myself |