| Till the dawn is slung from the morning sun
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| I’ma crawl through these streets
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| I’ma walk under stars, fall in and out of bars
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| Till I fall to my knees
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| Till the dawn is slung from the morning sun
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| I’ma crawl through these streets
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| I’ma walk under stars, fall in and out of bars
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| Till I fall to my knees
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| And we say hey now
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| Hey, hey, hey now
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| Hey now
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| Hey, hey, hey now
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| Check, I’m either in or out
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| Ain’t got time to sit around, trying to find a middle ground
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| I gotta live and not exist
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| Problem is there’s not a gift offered if there wasn’t risk
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| I went from poor to invested and stressed on tour
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| Wrestling the lessons, these questions bore
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| If I can’t feel it right now, what’s the effort for?
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| Don’t wanna build a lighthouse on an empty shore
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| See I can shoot the breeze, but can’t do it for free
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| Cause who are we if I don’t make this fucking music for me?
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| And it ain’t about the fame or 'bout recouping a fee
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| But either way, that’s time away from the two kids I feed
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| Caught in between, any day your fortune can swing
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| And you don’t wanna be a jester in a court full of kings
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| We set our own pace to the race we’re running in
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| And celebrate what we put out, not what’s coming in
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| Till the dawn is slung from the morning sun
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| I’ma crawl through these streets
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| I’ma walk under stars, fall in and out of bars
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| Till I fall to my knees
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| Till the dawn is slung from the morning sun
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| I’ma crawl through these streets
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| I’ma walk under stars, fall in and out of bars
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| Till I fall to my knees
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| And we say hey now
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| Hey, hey, hey now
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| Hey now
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| Hey, hey, hey now
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| I lay down my bars in the bars where I lay down
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| Till I’m barred by the barmaid, hey, I stay ‘round
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| A barfly, barhoppin' bars like a playground
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| Debris’s like a barber, he cuts in the fade out
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| Hey now
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| We had plans and breakdowns laid out
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| But Lennon said it better than Suffa ever can
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| «Life's what happens when you’re busy making other plans»
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| Pushed back plans like Jesse Pinkman’s hairline
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| The way some reacted, that caught me unprepared, I
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| Had friends throw darts, fuck crew like that
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| Man they broke my heart, but through my back
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| But success is the best revenge so I guess
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| That I’ve had a lot of vengeance then, yo, I’m blessed
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| And apologising for being so fresh
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| Is like Napoleon writing «Excuse my French»
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| And a tiger don’t apologise for being tiger
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| A Kaiser don’t apologise to a miser
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| Man I’ma wear the night sky like a cape
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| And add a jewel to my crown every time that you hate
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| So hate on, little man, hate on
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| 'Cause they raze every stage they on
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| Until they say my name in all capital cities
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| And they spell my name in all capitals, please rap it all with me, it goes…
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| Till the dawn is slung from the morning sun
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| I’ma crawl through these streets
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| I’ma walk under stars, fall in and out of bars
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| Till I fall to my knees
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| Till the dawn is slung from the morning sun
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| I’ma crawl through these streets
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| I’ma walk under stars, fall in and out of bars
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| Till I fall to my knees
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| And we say hey now
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| Hey, hey, hey now
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| Hey now
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| Hey, hey, hey now |
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