| Starin' at this paper tryna think of
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| Something deeper
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| Make you see from a new perspective
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| Resolution look clearer
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| No, preacher, please I ain’t perfect
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| My purpose I purely stated
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| And say it like affirmations
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| I done fell more than a couple times
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| Balance ain’t my cup of tea
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| Battling my inner demons
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| Tryin' to find some peace of mind
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| Piece together stanzas and poems, call it composin'
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| Combine these thoughts and emotions, record em they call it flowin'
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| I make the truth a priority, substance within these sentences
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| Substantive subtle sequences synchronizin' my sixteens
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| Uh
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| I bet you feel it that’s the sound that got the rhythm (right, right)
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| I’m tryna make a way in the world but there isn’t (la, la)
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| Take a hit and then relax, it’s got me feeling la la
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| Got me feeling la la
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| Got me feeling la la
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| I float and fade away inside my mind, mind, mind, mind
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| I go and stay away inside these lines, lines, lines, lines
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| Upon the passage is these stories told from the past
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| A great example of how to move and what to do when you get involved in these
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| situations
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| You get to where you going, don’t choke when it’s time to pass it to you
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| Miss the finger roll to your goal twice like you Pat Ewing
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| My shit ready rock, your shit Betty Crock
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| Bet he crack under the pressure like falling towers
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| Turn to rust and rubble, rush into your shallow grave
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| Back and forth, my guillotine, swing-set with the silhouette
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| More soul than negro spiritual, sang for the motivation
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| Just to make it through the day
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| Overcome this living hell
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| Crying out for help like SOS when we can’t save ourselves
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| Lost inside the deepest depths, to dive you might want to take a breath
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| That shit leave a scar that ain’t gon' heal, you must ain’t heard me yet
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| Don’t you ever feel like, don’t nobody understand me here
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| Yeh
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| Don’t you ever feel like. |
| don’t nobody understand me here
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| I float and fade away inside my mind, mind, mind, mind
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| I go and stay away inside these lines, lines, lines, lines
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| These lines |