| They told me to stay focused
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| Keep that money on my mind
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| But I’m starting to think that it’s all bullshit
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| Run it, I wanna take it back to the basics
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| Back to the basement
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| Back to the old, gray pads and make statements
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| Follow it down
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| Momma watched me throw it all to the wind and rebound
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| Used to cry on the porch when I wasn’t around
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| Now she smiles from the side of the stage when I’m in town, love ya
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| Ain’t a better feeling than the work
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| Was a young’n when I started trying to put it into words
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| Now I’m grown, traveling the globe on a verse
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| Clock keeps ticking, I’ll follow it to the dirt, chea
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| The worth, the price, the path
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| The man in the middle trying to keep it on the map
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| The train keeps moving down the tracks on schedule
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| So I just gotta open up the gates now and let it through
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| Open up the gates now and let it through
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| Looking for a place with a better view
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| I’ve been on the wrong side trying
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| It’s time to make moves
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| Open up the gates now, I’m coming through
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| Sick of playing games and the paying dues
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| Everything was upside down
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| But it’s time now
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| They told me to stay humble
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| And I ain’t ever cross that line
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| But I’m starting to watch where it was crumbled, jump
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| I wanna take it back to roots, back to the truth
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| Back to the rhythm, and the blues
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| Back to the chords on the Baldwin
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| Poppa let the record spin 'round like a calm wind
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| He used to look at me like I’m a ghost
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| Now he’s calling on the weekends, talking 'bout home
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| There ain’t another version of the past
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| They speak riddles, I’m only in it for facts
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| Young man made a future out of filling up the cracks
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| In the bottom of a boat they tried to label as crashed
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| Now the wind, the sails, the sea
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| The man trying to hold it all together by the seams
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| The keeps floating like a dream on schedule
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| So I just gotta open up the main port and let it through
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| Open up the gates now and let it through
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| Looking for a place with a better view
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| I’ve been on the wrong side trying
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| It’s time to make moves
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| Open up the gates now, I’m coming through
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| Sick of playing games and the paying dues
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| Everything was upside down
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| But it’s time now
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| I’m opening the gates, following the sun out of the maze
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| Every single minute’s been a haze
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| I return it to the page, I return it to the blood and examine it
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| Flow through the animus, roll though the foes
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| And the hoes and the plan of it
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| Never been a motherfucking fan of it
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| Never saw my name in the manuscript
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| I’m ick of looking for a place I can stand in this
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| All I wanted was to fly, listen to it
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| Open up the gates now and let it through
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| Looking for a place with a better view
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| I’ve been on the wrong side trying
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| It’s time to make moves
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| Open up the gates now, I’m coming through
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| Sick of playing games and the paying dues
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| Everything was upside down
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| But it’s time now, yeah |