| «But I am different, I want it more than any of them!»
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| «You'll get your chance. |
| One day things will change.»
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| «When? |
| When will they change?»
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| «Probably when you least expect it…»
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| Put that pixel in your mind and it might come true.
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| It ain’t over, here it comes again
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| Hold it on my shoulders 'til I can’t hold it in
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| Life ain’t about what you see, it’s about where you been
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| And when you get there it’s time to go again
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| Sifting through your imprints brings me to this
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| Never let go, never give up hope 'cause that’s it
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| If I let go of the hope and fall in the pit of injustice
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| It’s just not right, high plane drift into the light
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| Sharing my thoughts on the spot so there was never no secrets
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| She was ever clever, so decent
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| So adequate for my etiquette
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| So I let it hit the bottom of my head and it’s
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| A dead page in a story that’s been told so many times in the scroll
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| That I keep going for control
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| Beautified, intensified
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| Colors hide in the backdrop, who am I to supervise
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| Your pitch over the backstop
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| Simplified, compromised
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| Flowin' under the lifelines 'cause you and I is a suicide
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| I testified in the right lines
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| I designed an outline of your features in my sketchbook
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| Take a look at my past and answer questions your askin'
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| Fasten seatbelts for the whiplash is massive
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| Crashin' into the brick wall I barricaded my ass in
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| Fascinated by beauty
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| To document it’s my duty
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| Artistry come to life in my eyes 'cause you’re my moving-
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| Picture, pixellating kaleidoscope
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| Highest hopes I could ever match
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| Titillating my mind to cope with any problem that shows his face
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| No disgrace, no embarrassment, never care for opinions in your presence
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| You’re the second half to my essence
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| Your life is so intoxicating
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| To a drunken, skinny, broken, open, white guy
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| 'Cause I’m siftin' through your imprints that brought me to this
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| Never let go, never give up hope 'cause that’s it
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| If I let go of the hope and fall in the pit of injustice
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| It’s just not right, high plane drift into the light
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| It ain’t over here it comes again…
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| Her blowin' have me growin', knowin' I hit the jackpot
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| Silky, symmetrical, round, juicy, sexual
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| Too acceptable, smellin' like watermelons
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| Tellin' all my friends about her every limb
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| There’s no comparison
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| Her hair in the wind got men sniffin'
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| Wishin' they could be in my position
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| I paid my dues though
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| Now I move slow along the curb smooth ride
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| Back up fool, you cannot drive
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| I make my dreams come alive
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| Exotic non-narcotics getting me high
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| Waterfall visions, cover girl missions
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| Soundtrack to her would be some smooth Lonnie Liston
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| Me? |
| I’m like a piston, but I’m not dissin'
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| She holds herself well and I respect that
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| Listen, if there’s one thing I know it’s go for what you do
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| I did, it’s all true
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| Neglected to way too cool
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| On them low standards
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| I’m a planner you a player what layer
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| Let me take a gander
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| It ain’t over, here it comes again
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| Hold it on my shoulders 'til I can’t hold it in
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| Life ain’t about what you see, it’s about where you been
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| And when you get there it’s time to go again
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| Flew off the scale of one to ten when the skin tone was in
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| Perfect light, candlelight, or the lamps you can dim
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| With the twist of a knob, don’t claim to be a heartthrob
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| But I had my fair share of dimes I’ve had to move on
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| And pass you by you dot a million desks
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| Most can only dream of the girls that found my rest
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| Beautiful creatures that stay without the reaches
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| To live in seclusion, they may hit the beaches
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| Exotica eroticas, never rock the Nautica
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| Maybe some Prada and extra cool with nada
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| Nothin', but get 'em naked and flawless
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| Wake up they look good little the flyest
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| And I think back, when’s the last time you seen a Legend
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| Bail with something busted? |
| Let me help you out, never
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| It may seem callous and shallow, forgive me
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| I meant it, fly girls is like equipment
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| Top of the line helps the product come tight
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| Watch we pooled the girls that make the good wives
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| And life is so grand when you’re already the man but you really ain’t the man
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| Now my people understand what I’m sayin'
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| I’m just layin' back, no approachin' |
| When I be out with wifey best believe she’s the dopest
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| Or one of the dopest, so many to hold focus
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| The young crop to make jaws drop and laws broken
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| Just jokin', statutory that’s another story
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| Hormones and food got youngsters ripe for bonin'
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| Ownin', oh as the mackin' continues
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| Stars in tight clothes be huntin' us at venues
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| An then proves competition ain’t friendly
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| We got the quality, quantities empty
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| Loyal untouchable drawers that y’all will never see
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| But give us a shot at your girl, they’ll probably fuck with me
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| It ain’t over, here it comes again
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| Hold it on my shoulders 'til I can’t hold it in
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| Life ain’t about what you see, it’s about where you been
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| And when you get there it’s time to go again
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| With beauty comes duty, few see the filthy
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| Not guilty I had to pass, ass
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| Got me wantin' somethin that ain’t worthy
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| Surely, I can see through most wannabes, watch friends change up
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| Relationships, bitches with attitude come out quick
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| What you think you got somethin', shit
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| Not this again, pissed again
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| Wished again some bliss to get no kisses when eternity
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| Such absurdity, I thought words would be the gate to my heart
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| Not burnin' me, but I’mma stay cool as Sammy Davis and ride this shit out
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| But you can’t lie this shit out
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| It used to be hard just to write this shit out
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| But I usually had to fight this shit out
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| But I’ma live this shit out
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| Like being locked up for 30 years
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| Walk out with a hand of cement tears
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| Weird to be out in the car seein' the world
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| Got picked up by a girl and you see the lights pullin' you over in the rear:
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| Radar clock 90 I’m gonna have to see everybody I. D
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| I thought I was free but I really did a 360
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| (See I just got out an um, see…)
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| It ain’t over, here it comes again
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| Hold it on my shoulders 'til I can’t hold it in
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| Life ain’t about what you see, it’s about where you been
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| And when you get there it’s time to go again |