| See, I got a lot to say and I ain’t afraid to say it
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| Mind on my money so that’s why I’m trying to make it
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| Yeah, but the money’s what you make it
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| Let it make you, see where it’s gon' take ya
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| Hey, you’ll be headed nowhere, moving so fast you won’t even care, yeah
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| But when you get there, what you gon' do when nobody’s there?
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| Hey, I know what you’re gonna say, made it there alone so you don’t worry ‘bout
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| they, hey
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| But when it all goes away, you’re gonna be stuck, so what I’m trying say is
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| Don’t lose your so-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oul
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| Oh-oh, let go-oh, let go of your ego
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| Don’t sell your so-oh-oul, sail your so-oul
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| Sailing so-oh-oul, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Isn’t it clear that you are only hurting yourself?
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| You will never grow if you lose control over yourself
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| (Don't let go) If you don’t get a hold of yourself
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| Then you will end up with no self
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| Playing the game for the fame in the end
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| But what do you gain when you’re paying to win
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| You don’t, you better keep your soul
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| Set sail or get sold, oh
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| I sold my soul to the devil, that’s a crappy deal
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| Least it came with a few toys like the Happy Meal
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| This game, you could never win
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| ‘Cause they love you, then they hate you, then they love you again
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| Get away from me loneliness, get away from me misery
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| Get away from me fake shit, I can’t take the phoniness,
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| Get away from me wack tracks, I can only make only hits
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| I’m an only child lost in the world, where did the lonely kids go when the bell
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| ring?
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| And feeling like hell rings, bringing me back down, checking my background,
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| it’s ironic what’s happening
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| Imagine if I didn’t have the ends, I wouldn’t have so many imaginary friends
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| I’m spaced out dog, I be on that moon talk, wonder if God asked Mike how to
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| moon walk
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| I swear to mom, I wish me and my father talk more
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| I stopped visiting around the time I was a sophomore
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| I guess everything I hate about me I see in him
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| And I ain’t finna change, so we’ll never agree again
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| Just a few things pouring out my soul, Rosewood we could see out with our eyes
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| closed
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| Don’t lose your so-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oul
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| Oh-oh, let go-oh, let go of your ego
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| Don’t sell your so-oh-oul, sail your so-oul
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| Sailing so-oh-oul, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh |