| Thank the Lord for people noticing me
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| There once was a time, seemed I didn’t exist
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| The world turned crazy
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| Don’t treat me shady, baby
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| For noticing me
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| When people notice me, I notice them right back
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| Acknowledge the fact, if it wasn’t for them I wouldn’t be where I was at
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| Which is nowhere fast, my destination — zero
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| Never decor of medals, don’t own a cape, can’t be known as hero
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| Nothing which is idle, nada partner, fledgling, weakling, a mere sapling
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| Catch for breath, I resort to grappling
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| Appalling, calling to my peers, who keep on falling
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| Let’s put this junk in reverse, before matters get any worse
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| Standing on the shores of Orion, wishing someone would hold my hand
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| Dreading being alone, being a failure, trying to stand on my own
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| Got a dysfunction crunch in my rib cage, anxiety attacks
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| Looking back, turn to a pillar of salt, while all the while thinking it’s not
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| my fault
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| Position I’ve been placed in versus conditions that I’m facing
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| It’s on me, too bad, this thing sounds like a task too great for kings
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| Switch it, widget, as I guessed, that’s what mind and body professed
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| Obstacles turned up every day, gotta make the grade to pass the test
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| Candidate in the poll, dabbing, propping all the voters
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| It’s been ordained that I be noticed
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| Thank the Lord for people noticing me
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| There once was a time, seemed I didn’t exist
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| The world turned crazy
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| Don’t treat me shady, baby
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| People noticing me
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| Thank the Lord for people noticing me
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| There once was a time, seemed I didn’t exist
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| The world turned crazy
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| Don’t treat me shady, baby
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| People noticing me
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| I exercise with the vocals
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| Apply verbal chokeholds to theological minds, who try to unfold these written
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| analysations of themes seen through the eyes of X, the generation of next
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| To lead this nation to it’s destiny
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| Seems to me, the rate the world I going, I see hell around the corner
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| People doing what they wanna
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| Like Sodom and Gomorrah, the horrors coming clearer
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| See my life on borrowed time, in the future, in the mirror
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| I see fear of never making it
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| Concentration has a break in it
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| Having fits, frustrated from incompetence, or complications as a speaker of
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| truth
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| When people noticing you, it seems to never get through
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| But if I stumble and fall, my call in all that I achieve in the light of God’s
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| direction stripped from me, I count it blessed today
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| To chase the spirit of my being, to had it all, so I can see without it on
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| My only need was peace in Christ, so y’all can see my contention
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| In blessings of light, with no possessions
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| Will you be noticing me when I’m nothing?
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| Baby, will you be noticing me?
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| Will you be noticing me?
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| Thank the Lord for people noticing me
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| There once was a time, seemed I didn’t exist
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| The world turned crazy
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| Don’t treat me shady, baby
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| People noticing me
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| Thank the Lord for people noticing me
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| There once was a time, seemed I didn’t exist
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| The world turned crazy
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| Don’t treat me shady, baby
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| People noticing me
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| Now I hear you holler 'bout your people, but I think you forgot
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| I wonder if Damien knows that 2Pac got shot, or if he cares
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| 'Cause we the brothers up under the stairs
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| While you holler 'bout you daytons and meaningless conversations
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| See, I don’t care if you get high or blunted
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| I get you hotter than a SP1200
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| I’m standing firm like Tom Cruise, cut out the booze, and I don’t work for work
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| now
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| So Farrakhan, stay out of the church, I put in the work
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| It’s Count Bass with the Grits
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| It’s like this y’all
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| It’s like that y’all
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| And we never fall, you know what I’m saying?
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| Thank the Lord for people noticing me
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| There once was a time, seemed I didn’t exist
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| The world turned crazy
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| Don’t treat me shady, baby
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| People noticing me
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| Thank the Lord for people noticing me
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| There once was a time, seemed I didn’t exist
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| The world turned crazy
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| Don’t treat me shady, baby
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| People noticing me
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| I’m still gonna just keep running it
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| There once was a time, seemed I didn’t exist
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| The world turned crazy
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| Don’t treat me shady, baby
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| People noticing me
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| Thank the Lord for people noticing me
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| There once was a time, seemed I didn’t exist
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| The world turned crazy
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| Don’t treat me shady, baby
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| People noticing me |