| You’re too concerned with the who’s-who and what’s-what
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| The come down is like a crash, call that blue crush
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| I’m Kukoč with these flows, I’m too clutch
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| These boys relying on gimmicks, they need a new crutch
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| See, once the high wears off, you’ll find your wherewithal
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| And realize that you was never really there at all
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| In due time this darkness’ll turn to light, dog
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| The crowd gone, they about to turn the lights off
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| I been moving too long
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| I been thinking too much
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| I’m workin' smarter, not harder, that’s how I still approach it
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| The ups and downs and the intricacies, I really know it
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| This shit is deeper than you think, deeper than you know
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| Deeper than the deepest depths that you could ever go
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| You get a million «no"s before they finally open up the fuckin' door
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| And see this shit for what it is, but you ain’t even want it
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| The lights, the lights
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| So high, so high
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| They shine, they shine
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| So bright, so bright
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| Don’t go too fast or close your eyes
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| You’ll miss it all, miss it all
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| Doing too much
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| You’re supposed to take your time
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| Get too close and you could lose your mind
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| Close your eyes and it could all pass you by
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| The lights, the lights
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| Just take your time
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| You could blink and it could all pass you by
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| Life goes on in due time
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| It gets hard to block it out but we try
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| Silence now
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| Isolation is a potent motivator
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| It’s funny when the only one that you can talk to is the pen and paper
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| Creative outlets ain’t that creative
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| It’s too much going on in your mind, it ain’t that spacious
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| It’s no room
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| Overwhelmed and consumed
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| Baskin' in your misery
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| Watchin' life go by
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| Wishin' it was different
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| Your intuition kickin' in but you ain’t even listenin'
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| Hard to see the future when you can’t even envision it
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| Life’s a marathon, not a short race
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| Try to keep a steady pace
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| Don’t worry about first place
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| Don’t worry about accolades
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| Don’t think about recognition
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| Try to find some self-belief amongst all the grief
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| Peace of mind is not enough when you want more than you have
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| Try loving yourself, see that’s all that you have
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| Validation ain’t much, you might feel good for a month
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| The happiness dries up, and then you feel washed up
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| I suggest that you wise up
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| I know the truth taste bitter
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| I know the lies taste sweet
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| But all that shit artificial
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| If you like it, I love it
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| If denial’s what you covet
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| The delusion is covered
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| Shit, you know that well
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| Gonna swim in that river
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| You won’t be by yourself
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| Know the water is shallow, you’ll never drown in it
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| Don’t spend every minute trying to uphold an image
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| That ain’t worth upholding, to bring you closer to closure
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| Oh no
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| The lights, the lights
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| So high, so high
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| They shine, they shine
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| So bright, so bright
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| Don’t go too fast or close your eyes
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| You’ll miss it all, miss it all
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| Doing too much
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| You’re supposed to take your time
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| Get too close and you could lose your mind
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| Close your eyes and it could all pass you by
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| The lights, the lights
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| Just take your time
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| You could blink and it could all pass you by
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| Life goes on in due time
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| It gets hard to block it out but we try
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| Silence now
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| Yeah, hold on Jack, I’m on the phone
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| Yeah, listen, I was thinkin', that motherfucker, K.A.A.N., man
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| Is exactly that, a conman
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| I let this nigga borrow 12 dollars from me
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| Do I have my 12 dollars? |
| No
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| Do I have my CD player? |
| No
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| This nigga borrows shit and don’t give it back
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| And he owe me the money!
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| When I catch thi- listen- and fuck- and I’m tired of niggas sayin' this nigga
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| from D. C too
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| Man, I don’t think he from D. C, that nigga looks Panamanian, B
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| He look like he’s from Honduras or some shit like that, don’t let him fool you
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| His hairs growin' and shit, look at his hair
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| Check it out!
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| Yeah, hold o- hold on |