| Eh, eh, eh
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| Eh, yeah
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| Eh
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| I just put one in the air
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| Think I might roll up again
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| Can’t get too close to the sun
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| Burn out like Icarus did
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| They tell me «stay on the ground»
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| I tell 'em «it is what it is»
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| Applyin' pressure like a vice-grip
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| I don’t think they finna like this
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| This that shit that make them sober up
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| This the terradome
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| This a cobra-clutch
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| This an upper-cut
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| This that rapid-fire
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| Don’t get caught in the middle
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| The writin’s on the wall, this shit ain’t a riddle
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| So who’s involved if I cannot tell the difference
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| If time is money then you should pay attention
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| I’m trying to elevate a couple of inches
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| I’m tryin' to be more than just out here existin'
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| They say it’s a waste when my pace is consistent
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| I been face to face with the demons I lived with
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| The star of the show but my light isn’t dim-lit
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| You can’t compete when your shit incandescent
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| I’ll give you a minute, a second, to get the message
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| When you’re ready, I’ll wait
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| Movin' at 100 miles an hour, full speed
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| Like I’m on the highway
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| Out of sight, out of mind
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| You know I been in the zone, in a different mind state
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| I put everything on the line, so in time
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| And I’m hopin' that it really all-
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| I just put one in the air
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| Think I might roll up again
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| Can’t get too close to the sun
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| Burn out like Icarus did
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| They tell me «stay on the ground»
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| I tell 'em «it is what it is»
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| I got my head in the clouds
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| There’s no comin' down from up here, yeah
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| I just put one in the air
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| Think I might roll up again
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| Can’t get too close to the sun
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| Burn out like Icarus did
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| They tell me «stay on the ground»
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| I tell 'em «it is what it is»
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| I got my head in the clouds
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| There’s no comin' down from up here |