| Have you ever wondered what it’s like
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| To watch your whole life flash before your eyes?
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| Let me paint a picture for you
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| Get rice!
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| I don’t have rice…
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| Stop filming me and get rice!
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| Get rice! |
| (Rice!)
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| Did the mixes by the pool
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| It was just a silly whim
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| Taught the album how to groove
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| But never taught it how to swim
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| Imagine for once you’re on top of the map (What?)
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| When you talk people clap
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| And they pay you to act
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| Pet Davidson sometimes texting you back (yah)
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| You’re funny and black so you gotta do rap
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| But then
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| When you try to give the world art
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| God make it stink bad like a girl fart
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| Cool at the edge of the pool
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| So he play you the fool
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| And you wanna know the worst part?
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| I know you all needed it (know you all needed it)
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| That’s why I completed it (that's why I completed it)
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| The pandemic spread
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| And Ruth Bader was dead
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| And the Prezzie was tweeting
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| And hate he was breeding
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| And everyone begging it, everyone pleading it:
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| Lou, are you leading it? |
| (Lou, please!)
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| Now, taking my EP would change dispositions
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| But maybe the VP would listen (hyah) and change his positions (hyah)
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| And see me on stage (hyah) and be swayed by the wisdom of just one musician
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| (uh-huh)
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| Really my mission’s to make it less vicious
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| And maybe my vision would see that those wishes
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| And take all the walls and rebuild them to bridges
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| And give us a vaccine ideally by Christmas. |
| (What?)
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| Make all my riches
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| And fuck all my bitches
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| And fill all the ditches with my opposition
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| But mainly this shit is religious
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| I dove in to fish it out (yo)
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| Watched its lights begin to dim (splash, splash)
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| Taught the album how to bounce
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| But never taught it how to swim. |
| (hyah, hyah, hyah, hyah, hyah)
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| Think if you will the exact moment when
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| Lost my artistic peak
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| And also my friend
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| But also my son
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| And also this son
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| Rap career gone 'fore it’s even begun. |
| (Why?)
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| I recall as it fall
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| I tried in vain to grab it (What?)
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| Screaming 'goddamnit'
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| Emotions running the gamut (What?)
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| It’s like Shakespeare had set fire to Hamlet (What? What?)
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| And Moses had the commandments and broke both the tablets. |
| (No!)
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| Always won by being driven
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| And going hard (Let's go)
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| It’s funny how I lose it all
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| On a hard drive
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| It’s a hard life
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| I’m scarred inside. |
| (Guns)
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| How can it be?
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| My tone poem
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| My memory (Bullets)
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| I can’t say how much it meant to me (tell 'em)
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| Was it meant to be? |
| (tell 'em)
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| Lost the best work of the century. |
| (tell 'em, hyah, hyah)
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| Ain’t seen enough rice in all of my years
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| To soak up my laptop and soak up my tears
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| Interstate — I’ve been here
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| Doing ninety on ten beers. |
| (driving)
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| Jesus Christ
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| Take the wheel and then steer
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| My heart sunk but my head clear
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| I’m mad here
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| Twenty twenty — a bad year
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| For just me
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| Sopping wet just like a mop
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| Never saw a sight so grim (splash, splash)
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| Taught the music how to bop (yo)
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| But never taught it how to swim
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| Bitch, going online to spread the news
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| That your masterpiece will never get reviews
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| That you won’t do on earth what you were sent to do
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| Gotta tell the whole world what it meant to you (a lot!)
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| Make a tear-filled post — you’re expecting boos (boos)
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| They won’t let a black dude express his truth (truth)
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| I just said my views, but then I got confused
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| 'Cos I got mad likes instead of mad abuse
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| You astounded me
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| You all clowned to me
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| It was just all love surrounding me
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| May sound silly but the whole town with me
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| Dumbfounded me
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| And allowed me
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| To stay on my grind
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| And survive all the bad shit
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| The LouPrint now blasted by Jesus and Chadwick
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| You all keep on asking
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| If I’ll remake the LouPrint (why, why)
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| But why would I step where there’re already shoeprints?
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| This song is a coda
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| An ode on its body
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| It’s also a thank you
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| And also, I’m sorry. |
| (sorry, sorry, sorry…)
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| I still hear the music play
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| Like a sonic phantom limb
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| Taught the album how to sway
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| But never taught it how to swim |