| On a good day you could be sure to find me
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| In the mike booth close the door behind me
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| With a fresh cup of ginger and lemon i start singing again
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| And it feels like it used to do back in the beginning
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| Though i never used to sing back then
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| But the rush and the ego trip
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| That i get when my people flip when they hear my voice on a beat so sick
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| Is the same as what i got back in embee’s old crib
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| The feeling of free falling without a fear
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| Dinner’s ready my mom’s calling but i don’t hear
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| I’m too busy playin hide and seek
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| The other kids ain’t findin me then i’m a teen now i want some privacy
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| Didn’t hang out with girls i listened to records
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| Created my own world where i couldn’t get rejected
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| That’s the mindstade i’m in candle lights make it dim open up the universe then
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| i step in
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| When i take that step that’s it i’m gone
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| I’ll never be the same again
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| Shut the door i don’t care if the sun is up
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| When i take one sip and slip into that zone
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| No one can reach me there
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| I just chill and i pour myself another cup of ginger and lemon x3
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| Two:
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| On a good day you could be sure to find me
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| Leaving the backstage shut the door behind me
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| Had my ginger and lemon before i left the room
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| Only a few more steps until i do what i do
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| Look schumi straight in the eye
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| But can’t focus my vision
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| Say some irrelevant s*** at this point he don’t even listen
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| He knows i’m in another place
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| Soon as i set foot on stage
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| Race down memory lane travel through time and space
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| I’m with petar in our helltour van
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| With my people hype mode in japan
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| Behind the curtains with a sore throat
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| Microphone in my hand
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| We headlining same time i’m a fan
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| All according to plan i breathe hard i could run thru a brick wall
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| Crush a critic slide past any pitfall
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| F*** it we all in
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| You gotta play to win
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| Feel like it’s do or die
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| When i’m stepping in
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| When i take that step that’s it i’m gone
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| I’ll never be the same again
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| The host announcin looptroop’s coming up
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| When i take one sip and slip into that zone
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| No one can reach me there
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| After the show i’m a pour myself another cup
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| When i take that step that’s it i’m gone
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| I’ll never be the same again
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| When i take one sip and slip into that zone
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| No one can reach me there |