| Seven billion residents of the Earth
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| And we all go through issues in life
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| It’s like if you’re not really ready
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| Then you can end up in pieces
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| Your peace of mind turns to sediment
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| Settled into a verse
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| The pursuit of happiness has its perks
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| I’m circulating these verbs, bringing that relevance
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| I levitate over obstacles, any fear is a detriment
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| Peddling past treacherous past evidence
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| I’m delegating all this evidence
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| And revolutionaries know what the consensus is
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| These sentences are metaphors, I let 'm pour
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| I kick this medicine, meddlin' with your mind
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| Defying these petulant lies, brethren
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| I experiment with paragraphs
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| So whenever you play this on your premises
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| I hope you hear the emphasis, the hourglass
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| Is steady moving, so I keep momentum
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| I mention these sixty-fours
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| You pause for that venom
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| Everything that I do is blasé (blasé!)
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| Large bars if you come through my pathway (pathway)
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| And I’m tellin' them
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| I recommend you chill recognize
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| I’m wrecking guys with these words
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| And MC’s see the reckoning!
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| (Ooh child!)
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| So let me know how you feel
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| I won’t be surprised when it’s finally revealed
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| I will take the time to unwind and be still
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| It’s wild when it’s real
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| But we just decided to chill (chill)
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| Uh, I mean why would you hold it in
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| When you’ve got stories to tell
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| So many lost odysseys stuck in your shelf
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| Quick visits to my past life’s archive
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| For the things you’ve never seen
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| Like I was writing in braille
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| Sweet release when you design it yourself
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| The finer details, this is really defining the tale
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| So many bars in my mind
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| Sometimes I feel I’m sitting inside of a cell
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| With never-ending sentences
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| Not even time would tell
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| It won’t snitch
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| Throw those stones, it won’t get
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| Broken bones hold with no sticks
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| So we stay fly through the turbulence
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| And all of these occurrences
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| And shrugging off these storms
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| Until these swords have served their purposes
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| Cause the world will always act like it’s courteous
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| But ain’t got your back like invertebrates
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| So we burn the bridge
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| Make sure that the verse serves with this
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| We’ll find the burning fish (???)
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| Yeah, burn 'till it’s crisp
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| So let me know how you feel
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| I won’t be surprised when it’s finally revealed
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| I will take the time to unwind and be still
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| It’s wild when it’s real
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| But we just decided to chill (chill)
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| I can’t deny we’re all the same
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| It’s still light and closed blinds (?)
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| And no time to complain
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| Hues of bluer skies simplify why I define
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| The moments
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| Think less
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| Chill and recline
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| (Yo! What’s the fuss? One-two, one-two)
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| Mellow, deep we can rhyme
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| (Mic killah! Write these to give slight ease)
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| Take a load off your mind
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| Come into space, via the brazen ways
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| Honing my day, to make a dream display
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| Ah (echo 3x)
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| So let me know how you feel
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| I won’t be surprised when it’s finally revealed
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| I will take the time to unwind and be still
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| It’s wild when it’s real
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| But we just decided to chill (yo, chill)
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| Chill, chill
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| We just decided to chill (chill, chill)
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| We just decided to chill! |