| Anxiety dances… across my pillow case, my God it dances
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| It’s like, 1, 2 step
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| It’s asking stupid questions
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| Like «are you living right?"Such stupid questions
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| Because I’m just trying to
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| I’m trying live, I’m trying rise, above the shit, the devil tries
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| Which is why I keep my eyes to the sky
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| I.I.I.I.I.I.I.I.insert something really dope right here
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| I’m supposed to write a hook but all I wanna say is
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| I just want to be happy… (I just want to be happy)… want to be happy (eh
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| yeah)
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| I’m supposed to write a f’in hook right here
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| Money and riches blah blah yeah yeah
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| I just want to be happy… (I just want to be happy)… want to be happy (eh
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| yeah)
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| I’ve been working my ass off
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| That’s why Christina left me, been working my ass off
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| On this project, but I guess that it’s okay
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| My family never liked you, I guess that it’s okay
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| Now I’m just I’m just
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| I’m trying live I’m trying rise
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| Above the shit the devil tries
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| Which is why I keep my eyes to the sky
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| Listen boo boo, bear with me (yeah)
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| Smarter than your average
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| Raised around Brooklyn based Italian
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| There’s so much soul up in my Johnson, I don’t need a rapper on it
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| Because the urbans in my testes but I come and pop packaging (yikes)
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| Bunch of pricks talk shit, we call that cactusing
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| We don’t want no fight club don’t want no Brad Pitt’in
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| Braymance like this shit just when I’m ad-libbin'
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| Fronting on my Sean Penn what movie are you actin in?
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| Seventh grade I said «I'm bout to leave the masses then»
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| My ex-girlfriend's sister said «you babbling»
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| Even back then cook crack, drug trafficking
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| I’m trying live, I’m trying rise, above the shit, the devil tries
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| Which is why I keep my eyes to the sky
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| (You're gonna be okay kid, you’re gonna be, O-Kay) |