| When I picture gardens
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| All I see is squares
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| I ain’t the maddest son
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| Cuz tragedy impaired
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| My ability to hurt
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| And pain makes power
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| I grew up on a roof across the street from burnin towers
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| Now it’s flowers that I see
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| On the ground in devotion
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| Can’t stop to smell the roses
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| Not since my nose is broken
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| I ain’t close to jokin
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| This ain’t no bogus moment
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| I don’t need some hocus pocus
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| Give a fuck about opponents
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| On this road I am the quotient
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| The vision I got is potent
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| Good riddance to my atonement
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| Arrogance would write an opus
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| But I’m not I’m writin this
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| I am just a rodent deserting a sinking ship
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| The water is a bonus
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| Now the liquid is ubiquitous
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| I’m drowning as I’m floatin
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| So my mission is duplicitous
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| My instrument’s the ocean
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| My attitude is parallel to carousels
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| Reeling round, feelin grounded on a parasail
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| Find me gliding
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| On parallels
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| You can find me gliding
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| On parallels
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| I be, I be on some shit again
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| ABC, BBC, feel the blend
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| Improving the design like Nicki did with Lil Kim
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| And nowadays ain’t no one movin me a little bit
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| Their music got me stiller than Ritalin
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| I’m instilled with a little bit of Nasir and Jay and Em
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| I’m rappin the hottest and I can tackle the topic like Texas A&M
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| And I’m a lay to rest the rumors and the quiet talkin
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| Cause when they pass the batton it’s from the riot squadron
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| I be lying off in far away lands
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| On a beautiful beach front
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| This ain’t no Rockaway sand
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| Pay for everything in cash and dollars out of my hand
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| Now I only write for money like a government grant
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| Ain’t nothing but bad hoes, bad hoes and bad hoes
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| Bitch as flat as a flat toe
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| Ain’t that so
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| I can’t help but to act like an asshole
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| My attitude is parallel to my cashflow
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| Yeah
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| Find me gliding
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| On parallels
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| You can find me gliding
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| On parallels
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| Hey kid, you’re goin somewhere
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| Concrete and sunshine is out there
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| Hey kid, you’re goin somewhere
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| So bright, so far and so clear
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| It’s your life, it’s your life; |
| it’s not theirs
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| It’s your life, it’s your life; |
| it’s not theirs
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| I put thank you’s in a bank
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| You do what you can while I do what you can’t do
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| I pay dues when they ain’t due
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| So much cash under the mattress springs break like it’s Cancun
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| But I don’t measure money in dollars
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| Instead I barter with honor
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| It’s so much harder to launder actual bills
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| My thrills come to me in the form of blessings
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| Every day I’m feeling lucky
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| And the more that I am Jesse
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| Then the less that I am stressing
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| Confession
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| These recessions don’t cause me to feel depression
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| What’s essential is ascension
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| So what’s possessions?
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| I play positions
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| I write scripts like physicians
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| Listen
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| I’m overboard
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| Go to war
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| Shake a spear (William)
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| No overlords know the score’s four to four (million)
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| Goin door to door
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| There’s no remorse in my vocal chords
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| My attitude is parallel to gratitude more and more
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| Find me gliding
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| On parallels
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| You can find me gliding
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| On parallels |