| Never used to have a lot
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| Made the most of what I got
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| Empty to shows to studios
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| To clubs to pirate radio
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| Queues to raise the bar, the crowd
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| Just to hear the music loud
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| Feel it penetrate my soul
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| Feel it taking all control
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| In love with life I try and stay
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| A promise that I made today
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| No matter how the others sway
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| Know I’ll always be okay
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| Locked away within my hive
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| I will never cease to strive
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| Make the good shit gold and sweet
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| Make them hear it from the street
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| Every day I wake, I rise
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| Knowing that I have to try
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| Try create the life I want
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| Try be kind and confident
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| Life that’s full of people who
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| Care about the things they do
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| I need dreamers, thinkers, freaks
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| Stick around when shit gets peak
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| When shit gets real and hits the fan
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| All I have is who I am
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| All I have is London streets
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| All I have is rhymes and beats
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| All the rest I cannot feel
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| All the rest to me ain’t real
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| Shallow world we live in now
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| Watch me try and work it out
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| At least I have these songs to sing
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| They might not seem like anything
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| But to me they are my truth
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| Lessons learned throughoutmy youth
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| Fables on white label’s flow
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| When my spirit’s diapped down low
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| And when my days feel free and fast
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| I pray for all those times I last
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| So I can keep them in my songs
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| Stories of my rights my wrongs
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| Lay it bare what’s on my chest
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| But I know where to say it best
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| So I made the honey
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| So I made the honey for you
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| Now I feel just fine
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| My only escape is my headphone ting
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| Everyone talking but I’m not hearing
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| Zoning on my own ting
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| Music takes me away from caring
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| Old faces keep reappearing
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| But I still got my headphones in
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| And I ain’t got much but the songs I sing
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| Keep me sane and away from pain
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| These songs are all that I have
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| And I’m still myself and that makes me glad
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| I can only be who I am
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| That’s when I got my headphones in
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| And my world has ups and downs
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| But when the music’s loud
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| It takes me away and if I can give suttin' back to the world
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| I hope that I make it proud
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| So I made the honey
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| So I made the honey for you
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| Now I feel just fine |