| The basic premise of innocent dreams falling
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| Insecurities loom in this rented room that I stall in
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| The backlash of a back flash is the back draft
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| From the cold chill that I feel whenever they call him
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| Exhausting, but it cost him to be season
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| The small sacrifices in vices that once teased him
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| The jealously of a region that’s got me leaving
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| I’m caught in between my dreams and my father at home breathing
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| Am I too diluted and lucid to notice
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| That my dad is really sick, but he’s lying so I can focus
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| And foreign to foreign parents, apparently I was done
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| He’d rather lie to my face than the fear of stressing his son
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| I know, but it’s unsettling to me
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| How do I repay the man that’s done everything for me
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| How do I replay the plan without forgetting what I’m getting
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| I’m letting you know now, you mean everything to me
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| You can say what you want
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| Believe in what is told
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| See people come and go
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| So time is never froze
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| The life I live is mine
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| My thoughts, my mind control
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| So read the story told
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| If I die a jaded soul
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| If I’m selfish then let me selfishly
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| Learn that for myself, see what you fail to see
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| Is by you judging, you nudging me even further
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| Like murder in other words, you niggas are not helping me
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| And I’m looking at your intentions
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| If you a hater, your actions are an extension
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| If I forgive you, I’m giving you interest
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| To abuse our friendship and that’s only curing the symptoms
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| So when it gets what I don’t feel, then I rebuild fusades
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| Your jealously is what’s telling me, somethings odd
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| How do I intrust my trust with a person that’s so obtuse
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| They’d rather give an excuse than just admit where they flawed
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| So I applaud you what’s plausible, but integrity is key
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| How do you glorify yourself, that’s unsettling to me
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| How do you sort a lie, but fortify a portion I supplied
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| I’m jaded, but I survive and that’s everything to me
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| You can say what you want
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| Believe in what is told
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| See people come and go
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| So time is never froze
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| The life I live is mine
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| My thoughts, my mind control
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| So read the story told
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| If I die a jaded soul
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| Yeahh
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| Die a jaded soulllll
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| If I die a jaded soul
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| Ohhhhh
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| If I die a jaded soul
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| Ohhhh
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| If I die a jaded soul
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| Ohh, ooh
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| If I die a jaded—
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| Now can you picture what I’ve painted
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| If I disclose my soul, could you sustain it
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| If I explained that my aim is more than just fame
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| Would you write me off as insane
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| Or just tainted by entertainment
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| I’m taming my lower self
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| No one else can see the aided
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| I used to think that my music is saving
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| But I guess my inner hail is what prevails until I’m shaded
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| For now I’m just jaded |