| I take my time to perfect the message
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| A man on a mission, plotting, sitting in the cut like an antiseptic
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| I take my time to embrace the blessings
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| We could’ve been locked up or dead returning to the essence
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| I’m in my realest form
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| Feeling like I’ve been reborn
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| Capitalize on what I want while expanding my catalog
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| My monetized emotions live forever in the record store
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| These melancholy tones are metronomes, close to Heaven’s throne
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| Can’t be scared to fall 'cause if you’ve never flown, you’ve never seen the top
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| Expanding my mind and broaden all the topics that I think about
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| I’ve been to places on this Earth, surfaces you read about
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| «The real will always live forever,» legends lie on word of mouth
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| Trajectories can change or rearrange, we had to turn around
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| I’m going a million miles an hour moving at the speed of light
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| The bob and weave, the hype, avoiding that feast, they feeding on your life
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| To drain you of your energy, I said nah
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| Yo, suck my dick
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| I know it wasn’t meant to be
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| Can’t stop, we got to make it through the misery (keep going)
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| Laying low I just maintain
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| Hard times enough to make you go insane (yes, God)
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| I want for more than to just exist
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| To live forever through these records, not concerned with the flesh
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| Could suffer for a lifetime, that’s my eternal test
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| Upon my last breath, I finally rest
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| I want for more than to just exist
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| To live forever through these records, not concerned with the flesh
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| Could suffer for a lifetime, that’s my eternal test
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| Upon my last breath, I finally rest
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| I’m outta touch with reality, living inside an exhibit
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| The Truman Show, the lights’ll glow, just know they all artificial
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| No, it was never 'bout the heart, not when the outcome is fiscal
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| Go in by a mile or inch, the margin’s right in the middle
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| A silhouette above my head protect my spirit from evil
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| A lethal injection from needles, tapping in to my cerebrum
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| Re-adjusting how I move, consumed by what I consume
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| Reality is pure perspective so it’s more on you
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| Hear the sirens like it’s war, the battle’s on, it ensues
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| The more you fight, the more you live
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| Survive and never give up
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| I pride myself on my persistence, never the type to play the victim
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| Never deferred from what I know, the word I feel I’d use irrational
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| Nowadays they ration their self respect for they record sales
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| First week projections and press runs with a
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| Put a bow around the box and to the public they present it
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| On the backhand, you get a small percentage for your efforts
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| Remember, it’s more 'bout who you know than what you doing
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| Outta sight, outta mind, your existence in recline
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| You’ll find, it’s all a game by the way it’s designed
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| Where you can lose your life for even trying
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| Yo, suck my dick
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| I know it wasn’t meant to be
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| Can’t stop, we got to make it through the misery (keep going)
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| Laying low I just maintain
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| Hard times enough to make you go insane (yes, God)
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| I want for more than to just exist
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| To live forever through these records, not concerned with the flesh
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| Could suffer for a lifetime, that’s my eternal test
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| Upon my last breath, I finally rest
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| I want for more than to just exist
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| To live forever through these records, not concerned with the flesh
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| Could suffer for a lifetime, that’s my eternal test
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| Upon my last breath, I finally rest
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| «He who saves a single soul, saves the world entirely. |
| Thank you. |
| Thank you.
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| Thank you very much!» |