| another cigarette burning in my ashtray
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| same bill collector still calling me from last week
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| they riding on my back and now I’m feeling like a taxi
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| feeling how I’m feeling if you feel like you gon' ask me
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| preacher man on the t.v. |
| trying to sell me some hope
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| I need it I know, but in a healthier dose
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| addicted to the spittin' and I should of left it alone
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| sturggle to break the surface but these methods are old
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| I tried everything, but that medicine was a must
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| they had everything, but they never did what they love
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| the evidence was enough, your second win was abrupt
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| they thought they wanted it all, but it isn’t enough
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| cause in the long run,
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| your life only plays out until the song’s done
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| my Daddy tell me «hold it down while I’m gone son»
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| but what he gone done
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| so many choices, it’s not my fault you pick the wrong ones
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| I keep thinking it’s me, you keep thinking I’m right
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| and he eventually sees he’s doing things out of spite,
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| and none of this is worth it no more
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| it was perfect before, but now you only hurting and sore
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| the same tune in your head like you heard it before
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| you know the song, featuring your turn at the door
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| it’s like feeling you want gone but certainly won’t
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| cause the same feelings is there when them curtains are close
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| like here we go, down a road we aint been before
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| the same shit, another bill knocking on my door
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| Mr. Postman please don’t come no more
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| you can’t get what I ain’t got, you can’t get no more
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| like here we go, down a road
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| here we go, down a road
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| like here we go, down a road
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| here we go, down a road
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| they say it’s all fun and games
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| rapping for a living, am I living for the fame?
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| running from reality, it’s numbing up the pain
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| do another show, is there something that i gain?
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| when I struggle for some change, am I humble am I vain
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| «e me if I’m wrong, if they’re nothin in the same
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| cover up the shame, cause you buckled under flames
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| can’t stand the heat then get the fuck up out the game
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| there’s enough of you today, to make me quit and walk away
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| Grandpa, if you could see me now
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| looking down with a smile, you would be so proud
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| thinking wow, I made it, do I need know how
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| living, without a limit, teaching me no bounds
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| but I arose to the occasion, alone, and I made it
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| took the cards I was delt, just rode, and I played it
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| haters, they don’t want to see me make it, take it
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| swallow your pride and just face it
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| like here we go, down a road we aint been before
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| the same shit, another bill knocking on my door
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| Mr. Postman please don’t come no more
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| you can’t get what I ain’t got, you can’t get no more
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| like here we go, down a road
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| here we go, down a road
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| like here we go, down a road
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| here we go, down a road
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| every now-and-then I get a little bit lonely,
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| a little bit lonely, I know so do you.
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| like, every now-and-then I get a little bit lonely,
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| every now-and-then I get a little bit lonely,
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| I know so do you
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| every now-and-then I get a little bit lonely,
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| every now-and-then I get a little bit gone,
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| and lost, in you
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| like, every now-and-then you get lonely,
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| every now-and-then we get lonely,
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| but every now-and-then I come back to you
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| like here we go, down a road we aint been before
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| the same shit, another bill knocking on my door
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| Mr. Postman please don’t come no more
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| you can’t get what I ain’t got, you can’t get no more |