| I let go of my past, just so I can make some history
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| Losing ones around me
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| Tell me how is that a victory?
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| Wake up every morning like I’m running out of time
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| I’m driving late at night just to get some peace of mind
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| Walk up in this house, they like «why aren’t you in class?»
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| Look at what we give you, when you act like it’ll last
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| We fixed you up a car and you can barely pay your gas
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| Yet you making all this music, take a look at where you’re at
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| And now i’m walking out the door, feeling so nameless
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| But I keep filling these pages, turn my patience to payments
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| If you shoot for the stars, you better know where you’re aiming
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| How you tell them what you see
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| When they don’t know what you’re saying, so.
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| If they ask me what I’m doing, man I tell them «Don't trip»
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| If you wanna live your life man you gotta own it
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| They never get it, all these fears I’ve been holding
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| Dreaming of the future while I’m lost in the moment
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| I’m driving too fast, can’t wait no more
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| I’m staring out the window, can’t wait no more
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| My last girl said she can’t wait no more
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| I can’t say «no more»
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| I’m running out of time, yeah.
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| I’m running out of time
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| I can’t wait no more
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| They say I’m digging a hole, that they ain’t willing to climb
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| You’ll see em' picking up some shovels
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| While I’m hittin' some diamonds
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| My vision getting clearer, when I’m closing my eyelids
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| The promise land is out there, are you willing to find it?
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| Remember walking them hallways, you ain’t going nowhere
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| Hit a couple million plays, all of a sudden they care
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| It’s like the closest ones are the phony ones
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| Ever realize that the realest ones are the lonely ones
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| Social issues, with cops and magazines
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| Artists having issues if they’re not on magazines
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| There’s kids out here dying, getting shot for anything
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| Meanwhile you wanna write about whips and diamond rings
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| I skip through anything ya’ll release, so peace
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| All these dreams that I keep are for myself and for the fans
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| When only you can see your vision, how can someone understand
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| When only you can see your vision, how can someone understand, yo
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| I’m driving too fast, can’t wait no more
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| I’m staring out the window, can’t wait no more
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| My last girl said she can’t wait no more
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| I can’t say «no more»
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| I’m running out of time, yeah.
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| I’m running out of time
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| I can’t wait no more
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| I’m tired of cleaning these tables
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| I’m tired of paying these bills
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| I’m tired of saving this money
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| I hate the way that I feel
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| Tired of calling it «dreams»
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| I wanna say that it’s real
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| When I look all around me, they don’t feel what I feel
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| Tired of killing myself, just to give you the world
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| Tired of putting my happiness on a side of a girl
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| Tired of caring for people who end up pulling me down
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| I’m tired of waiting I need it now. |