| Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah
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| Aight
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| Look what we have here
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| Brownie done did it
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| Murdered the contest
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| Nobody listen
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| Still got no handouts
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| Don’t need no plan
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| Record that shit mix it
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| Then fillin' my bank out (bang)
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| That’s what I live for, I’ve been nice
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| I let them pass when they lane switch
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| Cuz' at around half past five
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| We gon' be stuck in the same shit
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| Everybody’s on me
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| We feel the same (same)
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| You don’t gotta be salty
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| When things start to shake, uh uh
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| Everybody’s hopeless
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| Well I feel the same (same)
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| You don’t gotta awful
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| It’s no piece of cake
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| I know, yeah
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| Na-Na-Na-Na-Na
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| Na-Na-Na-Na-Na
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| Na-Na-Na-Na-Na
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| Na-Na
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| Na-Na
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| Na-Na-Na-Na-Na
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| Na-Na-Na-Na-Na
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| Na-Na-Na-Na-Na
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| Na-Na
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| Na-Na
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| I’m exhausted by your light
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| All the lies 'bout the pain you feel
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| All you do’s complain
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| That no one’s payin'
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| For all the shit you sell
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| But you whole heart’s not in it
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| You expect people to just pay for tickets
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| To your show like a state fair, ain’t fair
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| For you to get by and live that penthouse life
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| My current state of affairs include:
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| Eatin' little, sleepin' less
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| And im wondering
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| I make these little itty bitty checks
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| How much is rent again? |
| (Oo)
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| While you were bitchin' 'bout breakfast
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| Your coffee got cold
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| I was up with the sun
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| Making music for my soul
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| Music for my soul (Oh)
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| My soul (Oh)
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| My soul (Oh)
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| But people do not understand
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| That this music feeds my soul
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| They ask me why
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| They ask me why (Tell me why)
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| All my friends at school
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| They ask me what I’ve been up to («The fuck you 'been up to»)
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| And I’m like (Yeah)
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| «Well, I' been sittin' on the couch
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| Learning how to bar chord
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| And wrap my fingers 'round till they bleed
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| But I need metal strings up in my DNA
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| Graduating school was never in my resume
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| Not today (No)
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| But I’ll write a couple songs before I see tomorrow
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| And most of you don’t know that
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| There’s a method to this madness
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| I’m just glad that this happened
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| And I get to spend my day just singing, rapping!»
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| Everybody’s on me
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| We feel the same (Yeah) (Everybody's on me, ee)
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| You don’t gotta be salty
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| When things start to shake, uh uh
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| Everybody’s hopeless
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| Well I feel the same (I feel the same)
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| You don’t gotta awful
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| It’s no piece of cake
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| I know, yeah
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| Na-Na-Na-Na-Na
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| Na-Na-Na-Na-Na (Hey)
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| Na-Na-Na-Na-Na
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| Na-Na
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| Na-Na
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| Na-Na-Na-Na-Na (It's no piece of cake, yeah)
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| Na-Na-Na-Na-Na (It's no piece of cake, yeah)
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| Na-Na-Na-Na-Na
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| Na-Na
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| Na-Na |