| I said wait 'til I get my money right
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| Then you can’t tell me nothin', right?
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| Eighth grade, I feel depressed as shit
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| Cause my heart is in the future and I know where I belong
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| It just takes time
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| Fast forward, now I’m twenty-two
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| Half a million after taxes just to make a couple songs and I don’t mind
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| Eighth grade I feel depressed as shit
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| I’ll be a fuckin' Warhol with this beat pad, let me paint and hone my craft
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| It just takes time
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| Fast forward now I’m twenty two
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| Making artists feel self-conscious from the honesty and soul and
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| I don’t mind
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| Pause button on the weak shit
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| You sound like ev’ry body else muhfucka
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| Nineteen, I’m feeling scared as shit
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| Cause I’m dropping out of college from an album made by Ye
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| I’m out my mind
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| Fast forward, now I’m twenty-two
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| And we just sold out S.O.B.'s
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| Look, son your future came today
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| As my dad cries
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| Nineteen, I’m feeling scared as shit
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| I just got fired, fuck my boss cause all my bills have yet been paid
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| I’m out my mind
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| Fast forward, now I’m twenty-two
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| Yeah, I’ve been working, I deserve this
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| Yeah, I’m not afraid to say |