| Way too much to gain, no bass, no treble
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| I’m tryna' pull some strings, something like Gepetto
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| When these burdens that’s concerning getting heavier than metal
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| Taking over like a pilgrim but I still would never settle
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| Too often; |
| they always end up talking but then they end up like Chris
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| They always end up walking by-ay
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| Been chasing dreams 'til my feet hurt
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| 'Til they put me in a Double XL T-Shirt (T-Shirt)
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| Nah, I’m talking about the ones with the editors
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| Competitors, they call me like I owe em, creditors'
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| But I don’t owe you nothin'
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| Your wise words I didn’t take em'
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| Cause those opportunities I got, remember you ain’t make em
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| So yeah, your intrudance a bit of a nuisance
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| Take a penny, leave a penny, bitch keep your two cents
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| Out stepping your boundaries, walking on the baseline
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| You should just focus on yourself, FaceTime
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| Keep drinking coffee, stare me down across the table
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| While I look outside
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| So many things I’d say if only I were able
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| But I just keep quiet and count the cars that pass by
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| You’ve got opinions, man
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| We’re all entitled to 'em, but I never asked
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| So let me thank you for your time, and try not to waste anymore of mine
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| And get out of here fast
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| Ever occur to you, that maybe I’m right
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| Your green with envy, but I’m the one in the limelight?
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| Sacrificing all these prime years, cause I’m tryna find connects
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| Most people my age just trying to find beers
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| I’m trying to find time, there is no guideline
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| It’s easy just to hate when you been sitting on the sidelines
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| But I can bet that, if the tables turned
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| You wouldn’t be so quick to judge, court adjourned
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| You should learn your advicewell I really didn’t need it
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| You told me to stop, and instead I just preceded
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| Should of receded, to the back, something like a hairline
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| I don’t give a flying fuck, still getting airtime
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| Comments, keep them to yourself, just be greedy
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| And next time that you see me gonna be up on the TV
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| Bet you watch the program, time waits for no man
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| So I’m a get em' hip, like they dancing to a slow jam
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| Keep drinking coffee, stare me down across the table
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| While I look outside
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| So many things I’d say if only I were able
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| But I just keep quiet and count the cars that pass by
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| You’ve got opinions, man
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| We’re all entitled to 'em, but I never asked
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| So let me thank you for your time, and try not to waste anymore of mine
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| And get out of here fast
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| Yeah, I mean, I never really asked about your opinion, so
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| I don’t even know why you’re talking right now (Uh Oh) |