| I’m wanderin' free. |
| just living in a dream.
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| Every day that goes by. |
| is the same old thing
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| I push myself out of bed and wrestle with the clock
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| Every day this battle’s fought, snooze buttons a flop
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| But today I win the struggle, with time to cuddle
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| Embrace my girl to keep my mind outta trouble
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| Hear the bubble of the bong envelope the smoke
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| Clear the bowl take a toke leaving me in a choke
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| «ring» your a joke! |
| all in my ear through the phone
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| That’s my OTHER girl, the one that hates when I’m stoned
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| So I’m torn but I know where my heart is
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| But the temptress’s so inventive when I spark it
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| Seducin' me with her words in different ways I never heard
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| The pipe or the girl. |
| which one do I prefer?
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| Thinking too much, I need to get my ass to school
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| Always late to class in fact barely getting through
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| Grades are slippin', minds flippin' on me
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| Thinking crazy thoughts man it’s like a dream
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| So now I’m on the shame train bus 23
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| Thinkin' bout friends, foes and family
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| Like how my best friend was family to me
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| Till making friends with the foe to become my enemy
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| But see, times weren’t always ugly like that
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| From first girl kiss to thrown fist he had my back
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| Until his train of thought got derailed off track
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| By that rock known as crack placed in his path
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| But how could I tell? |
| he played it off real well
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| Smooth talker with the ladies who made his stories gel
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| In and out of jail with babies on the way
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| Kicked out of his crib, so with me I let him stay
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| Loaning him cash for rainy days and entertainment
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| But at that rate, sun rays came like his payments
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| In fact, his payback robbing the crib like R. Kelly
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| Money taken from me, like he was not guilty
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| And never found exit only his next hit
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| His will power had biceps but couldn’t flex it
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| Now he’s in prison forgiven I won’t forget
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| Our youth and how surreal this life can get…
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| Yo my exit’s here, i hit the bell for the bus stop
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| Still in a zone, herb does that when you must talk
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| My girls waiting, arms folded with that look
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| The look that makes me want to go to sleep or read text books
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| Man what do I tell her, I know who I’d choose
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| But before my lips could move, she leaves me confused
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| Off in the distance, she’s shrinking from view
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| But I guess that’s the truth on this path I pursue
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| Where focus is gone, smoking every night
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| Choking from bongs, blunts, pipes, and this life
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| I need to make things right I wanna feel what’s real
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| Cause livin' in a dream got my purpose concealed
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| So I gaze at my classmates, running with backpacks
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| Rushing like they cared so much what if I had that?
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| I ask that as I pick up me feet
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| Showered by sunrays but wandering free
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| And blend into the scene where things ain’t what they seem
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| Into a scene where things ain’t what they seem
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| Searching for a moment of clarity…
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| It’s like I’m living in a dream |