| What’s the rush? |
| Always racing over the speed limit
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| Down 101 like I need tickets, with nowhere to go
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| Santa Clara to San Jose in like 3 minutes
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| In my own city where I’m barely known
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| Where I’m barely known, my home, yeah
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| Nowadays in the Bay I feel like nobody
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| Old homies don’t phone no mo
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| I don’t really see nobody
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| Home don’t feel like home no mo
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| I don’t really see nobody
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| Yeah, crazy how things change with time
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| Friends, lovers, enemies, locations, and my paradigm
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| As I write this, my age a pair of dimes
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| Once you add a penny, I’ll have changed up all my rhymes
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| I keep running out of time, the minutes Forrest Gump
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| I gotta slow down, enjoy life before it’s up
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| Grams in the backwoods, my portions up
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| All these greenhouse gases, I keep lighting forests up
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| Guess it’s fine, since the world’s already fucked
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| What’s the rush? |
| Always racing over the speed limit
|
| Down 101 like I need tickets, with nowhere to go
|
| Santa Clara to San Jose in like 3 minutes
|
| In my own city where I’m barely known
|
| Where I’m barely known, my home, yeah
|
| Nowadays in the Bay I feel like nobody
|
| Old homies don’t phone no mo
|
| I don’t really see nobody
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| Home don’t feel like home no mo
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| I don’t really see nobody |