| All this independence got me feeling alone now
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| I used to cry for help but I just cry on my own now
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| I never felt at home with all the crowd so I roam now
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| I love it but I better make it out of my hometown
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| Sometimes I sit inside when I should be with my friends though
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| Me and my pencil
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| Think I got a problem
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| Think even my friends know
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| But they all got some issues too just doing our best so I can’t pretend those
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| Don’t explain the differences in end goals
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| Differences in angles
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| Skipping into end zones
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| Listening to angels
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| Tripping in the headphones
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| Falling over heals quick
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| Slipping into friend zones
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| I probably should have called back
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| Probably should have meant those
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| Probably think I’m all that
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| Probably think I’m trash one or the other
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| Lost the feeling of my innocence I had to rediscover
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| Found the beauty in the chaos I just pray that I don’t lose it
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| If I had another choice I wouldn’t choose it
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| I can make it my own
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| Hook (J.Lately):
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| And when the rain it falls down just bring it all down we’ll be ok
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| And when no one’s watching the seed will blossom no we don’t fade
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| And when your heart gets broken your heart is open it’s not just weak
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| So when the rain it falls down just bring it all down and wash us clean
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| I know you feel like running to hide from something and see no way
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| But when the rain it falls down just bring it all down we’ll be ok
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| Verse 2 (The Grouch):
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| People always asking God to take away the pain but
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| Life without the pain be pretty lame you can’t maintain that
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| If all I ever had was sun I’d beg to get the rain back
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| Do my rain dance it’s advanced I can’t explain though
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| Balance makes the man grow, challenges and changes
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| Positive and negative it’s all the same language
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| I ain’t tryna cut you off pretend you don’t exist
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| Cause the frequency we vibrate at seems to be a miss
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| We learn bro that’s how we turn those
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| Mistakes into big breaks and break the old cycles
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| We run from the shadows, we stuff in the anchor
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| Get scared from the battles and we toughen up dangerous
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| Til nothing could shape us
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| I’m in my own lane just perving and swerving and curving friends
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| Living in urban tents that’s lame bro
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| Nobody’s coming for us
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| We’re trying to summon the love
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| Dripping sweat tears and the blood |