| I don’t know where I’m coming from
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| Only know where I belong
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| There’s dirty water in my bones
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| She… I know she will follow me
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| But she ain’t got no sympa.
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| She ain’t got no sympathy, and I got soul but no money
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| She ain’t got no sympathy, and I got soul but no money
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| Alright, okay, yeah
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| Alright, okay, yeah
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| Alright, okay, yeah
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| At the age of eighteen
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| Came on the scene clean
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| Now I know what pains means
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| Spent time in the darkest places
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| Beautiful faces in the dark oasis
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| Trying to take this to the full extent
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| Am I real heaven sent?
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| Clark Kent’s my alter ego
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| Took that girl down to Puerto Rico
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| Now I find out that we’re not amigos
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| Treated her foul never as an equal
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| Now I’m all sad just because my ego
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| Had a golden key, couldn’t find a key hole
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| Yo, stop let the beat rock
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| Conscious hip hop is gettin dropped
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| Wake up saw B and the little one
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| Little son had b-phids done
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| Easy come, easy go
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| Everyone thinks they know
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| 'bout the thing, high unknown
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| Put their thoughts on a throne
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| Then they name it G-O-D
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| Colonize, you and me
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| But I’m free, in the sky
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| Me, myself, and I. Word
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| I don’t know where I’m coming from
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| Only know where I belong
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| There’s dirty water in my bones
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| She… I know that she will follow me
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| But she ain’t got no sympa.
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| She ain’t got no sympathy, and I got something on my knee
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| She ain’t got no sympathy, and I got something on my knee
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| Alright, okay, yeah
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| Alright, okay, yeah
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| Alright, okay, yeah
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| I was walkin down the mountainside
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| No matter what I did I couldn’t hide
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| From all the things inside of me
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| Seems that I was living fantasy
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| Singing, oh, how time flies, with crystal clear eyes
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| This life I know is gone
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| Oh, how time flies, with crystal clear eyes
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| This girl I like is gone, and now I leave home
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| She ain’t got no sympathy, and I got soul but no money
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| She ain’t got no sympathy, and I got soul but no money |