| You can never tell me I’m not real
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| I’ve been through everything, seen with my real eyes
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| Listen and you will realise
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| I speak the truth, everyone speaks real lies
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| I wish I was where I was when I was
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| Wishing I was here, 'cause then I was clear, but
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| Now I’m a bit muddled up 'cause
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| I’ve got people tryna take
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| I wish I was where I was when I was
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| Wishing I was here, 'cause then I was clear
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| I’m disappointed
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| Nah, man, I’m disappointed deeply
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| 'Cause I know that I need the future
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| But I want the future to need me
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| I said «Future» like a prick, man
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| Fuck commercial hits
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| Fuck the charts
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| I don’t need no bandana and a hammer and shit
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| This ain’t no Santana and Cam’ron shit
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| I just wait for record shops to pay me back
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| While people say, «Jme this and Jme that»
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| I don’t give a damn, none of you knew me
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| From when I used to walk home from school with Julie
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| Now everybody wants to talk
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| Flippin' upsets me
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| I wish I was where I was when I was
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| Wishing I was here, 'cause then I was clear
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| I’m disappointed
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| Nah, man, I’m disappointed deeply
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| 'Cause I know that I need the future
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| But I want the future to need me
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| The future don’t even fucking need you, blud
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| God forbid I die right now
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| In four years
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| No one even fucking gives a shit
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| I just need my music, man, then I’m set
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| I’ve got an iPod but the battery’s dead
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| I write on envelopes, on anything really
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| I don’t care if the pen is red
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| I don’t care if it’s a whiteboard marker
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| With ink all leaking through the paper
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| You can ask your lyrics, they’ll tell you
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| They wish that I was their creator
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| I wish I was where I was when I was
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| Wishing I was here, 'cause then I was clear
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| I’m disappointed
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| Nah, man, I’m disappointed deeply
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| 'Cause I know that I need the future
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| But I need the future to need me
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| Fucked
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| Deadout
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| Everyone forgets you
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| When you’re dead, you’re just gone
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| It’s fucked |