| Same characters but the show’s different
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| Just listen, it feels like the soul went missing
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| I remember copping that compact disc just to take off the wrapping
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| It was more then rapping
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| Read credits, till every name’s embedded
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| One day, I’m a be just like them, bet it!
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| One day, I’m a come and lace the team
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| With their favorite things when I grace the screen, coasting!
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| I mean, it’s nothing like what I was hoping
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| No emotion, we just going through the motions
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| I used to watch the videos just to see the new shit
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| Wanted to see it first, I thought I’d be exclusive
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| Remember getting hyped off my first Casio
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| Suped up writing my first verse, it was ass though
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| Acappella, no beat and a bad flow
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| Damn I miss the good ol' days, when we had soul
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| I remember each day putting my fav song on replay
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| But my tape deck would always eat tapes
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| I’d put my finger in the middle trying to fix it
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| Just for the shit to end up sounding twisted
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| Pressing clothes before school, I was matching
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| Liked the girl in class, got mad when she was absent
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| Wasn’t a baller and I ain’t have no game
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| So what could I do besides ignore her?
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| Or, my first fight with no brothers to get
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| I remember being scared as shit and he had all this lip
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| And I ain’t have hands not a bit
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| Just knew that I ain’t wanna get hit
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| So staring at the clock, I ain’t trying to see 3 o’clock hit
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| But I never found the back door
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| Him? |
| He ended up with a tapped jaw
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| As for me? |
| I ended up with that bad broad
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| Damn, I miss the good ol' days, I wish we had more
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| Maybe I’m feeling like a kid today
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| I mean, I used to want to have a house party watching House Party, Kid & Play
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| I had the low tops, kicks and the fades
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| I remember my first piece of ass from a hot chick
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| Surprised she gave it to me, was shocked I got it
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| Ol' girl image of me was all ruined
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| Had to be thinking «the fuck’s this boy doing?»
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| So hard I flirted just to be all nervous
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| Wish she could see me now, I’m so perverted
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| I tell her «I'm so glad I found you
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| Are you ready for round two? |
| Or can I mount you?»
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| In old pics I used to look like a clown dude
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| When I had know idea what I’d amount to
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| A nigga used to be out of control
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| Man, I miss the good ol' days, when we had soul |