| If you love it then you love it — If you don’t, then you didn’t
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| Heart open — I hope my sin is worth forgiving
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| Peace born from fire, terrified of inner vision
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| Tryna fight the feeling, struggling with my omissions
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| Heart is broken, toking potent only slowed my living down
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| I wish I had a million pounds
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| I wish I wasn’t wishing
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| Wish we didn’t meet
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| I wish I did respect my limits
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| If living was free I’d still be figuring the figures
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| Baby it’s just me and all these dream I gotta pattern
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| I just kind find the passion I been sabotaging winnings
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| Sabotaging self I pray the Lord feel like forgiving me
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| I been trading similes for nothing but a pittance
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| This bitty city better never show me pity Lord
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| This bitty city better know me to be different
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| All this suffering I seen can’t occupy my mind for free
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| I pray they pay there bloody dues I pray I ain’t just
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| Skipping through the city with my screw loose
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| Skipping through the city —
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| VERSE 2 (SEINNA)
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| I been channelling
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| Super strength so I can lift the curse
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| Scripting and joining words but not cursive
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| Healing, peeling out a new person
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| This verse is —
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| The antidote to all of them poisons
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| Maiden and ultimate voyage all of this patience I’m employing
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| Been aeons of self avoidance
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| Ignoring all the voices
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| I’ve always known — life’s about choices so now I make more as the stakes soar
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| I ain’t come here to die no lie
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| As long as I remember what I’m here for —
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| I pray each day that I live, that I live more
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| Much more to give
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| Never been a taker so I give more
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| Searching for cloud 9 but I got stuck not 6th floor
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| Never been at home when I’m at home
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| Never been at home so my feet sore
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| Everybody’s changing but change
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| I’ve always been keen on
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| Not easy when you deep it don
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| Journey man till I’m 30 damn
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| In amongst the rigmarole, I pray that I hit my goals
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| I pray when I hit my goals that something else feels the hole
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| Ronnie O’sully with the black to go
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| Imma train my mind so I can back the lows
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| Or maybe I won’t
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| The devil won’t catch this soul
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| Or maybe I’m too slow
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| Watching the city lights flicker as the room glows
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| Approaching the roach like where did this shit go?
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| I tell myself to aim higher
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| I tell my self don’t preach to the choir
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| Remind myself that I’m driven
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| Chauffeur
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| Looking at himself like an uber man after one star giving
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| Knowing every weakness I live with ‘em
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| Put the choong to the fire
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| Nearly forgot myself aim higher
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| Nearly forgot myself aim higher |