| Oh, broken homes and lonely souls is all they know
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| All they’ve shown is courage despite the circumstances
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| Time is passing by, stars command the sky
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| Don’t play dumb by asking why
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| You already know how all the stories involve
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| Came here on my own, former that we leaving alone
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| Put my feet in the studio and call it my home
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| While others have got no way out
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| How blessed am I? |
| Nothing left to find
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| Your life’s on the line, don’t question mine
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| Take my advice, don’t stress in life
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| Arms out to you, you can rest your head in mine
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| I’m prepared to fly with no landing
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| I might just be the last one standing
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| They should know that Simz ain’t ramping
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| I came to show there’s more, I’m expanding
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| Still on my lonesome
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| Give a fuck, I’m chosen
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| Bit of luck and a wish, maybe we’ll get there
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| But for now, I’m zoning
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| Somewhere in the air, I’m floating
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| They will not control us
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| This the type of shit that ain’t never gonna sell
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| Man, you shouldn’t have told us that
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| Nah, you shouldn’t have
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| I’m crawling up these walls
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| But they won’t come down, no, they won’t come down
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| I’m tearing at the core
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| Till their words drown out, till their words drown
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| Clawing at the heart, the trust
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| You take the little pieces, covering up my soul
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| I’m just a fool in your game
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| My life, your prey
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| I ain’t never had a chance to do what I love
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| Ain’t nobody ever been encouraging me
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| I just stay indoors, wishing and dreaming
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| Maybe in another life, it will happen for me
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| I put all my energy into feeding my kids
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| Do they appreciate the sacrifice I made for 'em?
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| No, their daddy ain’t around and I have to make up excuses
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| As to why he hasn’t yet came for 'em, oh lord
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| Why did you pick me, lord?
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| What is it that you can see in me, lord?
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| I’mma write this down, something to report
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| No air in me, I’m learning to breathe more
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| How I feel insane, the effect is a glass ceiling
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| Do it cause I love it and not cause I’m tryna make a killing
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| Hell no, saying what I like, you can tell so
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| And if there’s a problem, hit me on my cell phone
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| Know a couple brothers talking through a jail phone
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| On their best behaviour but still walk it hibernal, shit’s fucked
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| No, I don’t owe you nuttin'
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| Talk that talk if you’re gonna do something
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| If I was in this position like a year ago
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| I probably would’ve fell off like a year ago
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| Fill my pockets, yeah, it’s money that we run alone
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| But fuck that, tell my people that I’m coming home
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| I’m coming home, boy
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| I’m crawling up these walls
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| But they won’t come down, no, they won’t come down
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| I’m tearing at the core
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| Till their words drown out, till their words drown
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| Clawing at the heart, the trust
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| You take the little pieces, covering up my soul
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| I’m just a fool in your game
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| My life, your prey |