| I look the devil in the face
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| In the morning
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| Everyday when I brush my teeth
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| I’m like
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| Bitch you want it?
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| Inner demons always
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| Hauntin' me
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| Tauntin me
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| I googled this shit
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| And they say it’s called anxiety
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| I might
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| Just die any minute
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| Hope and praying
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| That the sky is the limit
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| Cause i’ll find my wings
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| Start flying
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| Buck wild like a pigeon
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| With the message
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| Through the presence
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| Of the vision
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| Isn’t it
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| Funny?
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| How we just keep on working for the money
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| Through the days
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| When the days working us for nothing
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| Someting’s
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| Gotta change
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| Caught up in the vicious cycle
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| Spinning like the ball
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| On a dunk from Michael
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| Straight 10 from the judges
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| Outside i’m looking great
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| On the inside i’m holding grudges
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| Wait
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| Think I
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| Need to
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| Change places
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| Feeling jaded
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| Real impatient
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| Mom
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| I gotta make it
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| (ohh)
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| It’s been too long
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| Sleepin on the futon
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| Tryna put the crew on
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| And get my mom a crib
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| I dropped outta school
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| Even though I had a scholarship
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| Was getting caught up in the mix
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| Of the fake life
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| Everybody going there
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| Wants to live the great life
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| Not knowing there stake knife
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| Creepin on em day night
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| It’s called that fucking student debt
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| Thinking that if you invest
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| All your daddys money in it
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| You’ll be set
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| Blind eyeing every threat
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| But that’s not really how it goes
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| I mean it could
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| If that’s the case
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| You’ll love the fucking life you chose
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| And if it don’t
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| You’ll drowning in the water slow
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| Waiting for the boat
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| That’s never coming
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| Reaching for the rope
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| I’m feeling sorry for ya’ll
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| Really am
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| And if you hating
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| I don’t give a damn
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| Don’t ever judge the man
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| That’s keeps working
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| Through the adversity
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| That is me
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| Tryna be the better person
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| But ya’ll beating me down
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| With ya drumsticks
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| What if I make it?
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| Wouldn’t that be some shit?
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| After all your fuckin
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| Wack ass assumptions
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| You the type of bitches
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| That be 4th down punting
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| Not me
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| Imma take the shot
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| Trap me in
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| And i’ll break the box
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| You’ll never shake the plot
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| I gotta dream
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| And i’m headed for it
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| I’m on the run
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| Like the end of forest
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| I need the bread enormous
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| So much
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| Imma need storage
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| I want peace
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| But I go to war with
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| Any
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| Body… |