| He was a lost boy with rhythm, heart broke, SYRE has risen
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| Look at the stars, it’s all written, just hold the applause
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| I’m just gettin' started with it
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| It’s not hot enough in the kitchen, they sayin' it’s it
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| I guess I’m the one thinkin' different, I’m slick with it
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| A lotta chains, man, I’m Slick Rick and I don’t pivot
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| I’m like Pippen hittin' six swishes in six seconds
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| Autonomous whippin' while whole colonies are poverty-stricken
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| Young niggas ain’t stoppin' and drippin', the way I dribble the rock
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| They gotta watch how the rocks are glistenin'
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| Blood diamonds, ancestors fightin' with colonists
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| Know your history, inherit the confidence
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| It’s apparent and obvious, I’m the young KRS in your providence
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| And this air that we’re breathin' is consciousness
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| Every lyric is prominent (I feel it)
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| Just another cold mornin' in Paris, I know
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| I wish I was takin' you home
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| But I ain’t takin' the long train no more (Ah, ah)
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| You don’t care about me and it’s tough, girl
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| And I’m tryna feel your love
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| But I’m not fucked up enough
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| Man, what a pity New York City lights glow
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| How many times I gotta tell you niggas that I’m home?
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| Girl, I ain’t finna lie, you gorgeous
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| We should go to Malibu, let’s go to Florence
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| Rainbow on your aura
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| Girl, you soakin' up the sun like a tourist (Okay)
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| Another plane, she an explorer
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| I’m drinkin' and I’m tellin' her things I’m not sure of
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| Cancun to Agoura, couldn’t find more of a wavy baby
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| We endin' our month in Bora Bora
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| All this time and you’re still on my mind, yeah, you know
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| (Yeah)
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| Girl, I ain’t tryna leave, I’ll be right back (Why?)
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| Left the crib without the top, need a nightcap (Yeah)
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| I’m just lookin' at the stars for my path
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| I’m serious and get with you, the lyrics all facts
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| They pop off, you tell 'em, «Relax»
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| I drop off the bars and dash let the sunset in the back (Wow)
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| And the boy’s light as a feather in fact
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| At least we can be together now forever
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| But if we could fly through a pink sky, we would never go back
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| Just another cold mornin' in Paris, I know
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| I wish I was takin' you home
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| But I ain’t takin' the long train no more (Too far)
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| You don’t care about me and it’s tough, girl
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| And I’m tryna feel your love
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| But I’m not fucked up enough
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| Man, what a pity New York City lights glow (Why?)
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| How many times I gotta tell you niggas that I’m home?
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| We was seventeen years old, at Cartier, we had to cop
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| Floatin' in my room, it made feel like I’m an astronaut (Astronaut)
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| Niggas mad at how I acrobat the vocabular
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| And they whack, these fractions ain’t addin' up and I’m back
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| With the math raps, like the boy invented the abacus
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| Less of a rapper, more of a strategist
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| Gotta know that money can’t buy happiness
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| You gotta have a long arm, still in the hills throwing up charcoals
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| Shit ain’t changed, nigga, I’m still the saddest kid up in the game
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| Think about you, girl, I do that every day
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| Thoughts I was havin', blew that shit away
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| When I call you, I just don’t know what to say
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| Just another cold mornin' in Paris, I know
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| I wish I was takin' you home
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| But I ain’t takin' the long train no more (Too far)
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| You don’t care about me and it’s tough, girl
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| And I’m tryna feel your love
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| But I’m not fucked up enough
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| Man, what a pity New York City lights glow
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| How many times I gotta tell you niggas that I’m home?
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| Higher the view
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| I wish you could see how I feel
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| Took three shots, don’t drink, drunk
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| Quick one-on-one, thought I’d never last
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| Know you’re mad, baby do the math
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| I’ve been waitin' for it, since I seen you last
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| Still embarrassed you ain’t do me right
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| But I couldn’t care, baby
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| Girl, I know you smile
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| You’ve been away for a while
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| Oh girl, the way she just forgot how to die all alone
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| In the dark, we both don’t want me to cry girl I know
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| Fuck this, gonna burn six checks
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| Get a new necklace, I ain’t missin' no texts
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| Girl, you such a sweet wave, you’re my new secret
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| Baby girl, you’re lying
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| My pillow seen me cry all night
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| Make peace with you, I try
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| I never got to say goodbye
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| I’m somewhere in the sky
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| Singing twisted lullabies |