| While I tiptoe through my adolescence
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| Getting bumps and scrapes and stitches with no anesthetics
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| They say they love the songs I make but they don’t have to get it
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| They say they’d love to pick my brain if it was half as present
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| They kinda right tho
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| Shooting through my goals with iron sights like I’m a rifle
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| You can love the sad kid but it’s just a title
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| I write for the times when I’ll rival my idols
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| Make all my towers Eiffel
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| Wait that one don’t make sense
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| I’m childish at heart cause I’m still just a kid
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| It’s no excuses but I’m use to pissing off all my friends
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| I couldn’t do it if it weren’t for all the balance that stands
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| So if I’m not working my hands to the bone I’m boning my hand
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| It’s like this path I have to walk has poison ivy
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| So I’ll get bumps and cuts from all the memories I leave behind me
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| And get scars from all the things that didn’t heal enough to forget
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| And yet my mom raised me a fighter so I’ll just keep on forging
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| No regrets
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| They say, they say, they say, maybe I’ll find a way soon
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| They say, they say, they say, maybe I’ll find a way soon
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| What they say, what they say what it sound like?
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| They say, they say, they say, maybe I’ll find a way soon
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| They say, they say, they say, maybe I’ll find a way soon
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| What they say, what they say what it sound like?
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| They say, they say, they say, maybe I’ll find a way soon
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| They say, they say, they say, maybe I’ll find a way soon
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| Momma told me don’t go playing in no poison grass (she did!)
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| If I’m not home before the light comes she goin whoop my (I'ma beat yo ass)
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| Naw I’m just playing she never ever had to raise her hand
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| I felt hurt from the second I could’ve made her mad
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| See this that high school rap, get it (what?), I’m talking backpack
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| Might’ve brought boom bap back but I’d rather not back track
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| I done been using my racks to try and help dads cash
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| So if I’m not flexing it’s cause I learned it’s where the hearts it
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| Good thing my name’s still Benjamin
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| To keep it frank I still need way too much help listening
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| Old white folks just want me tired like the Michelin man
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| So I can never fit these labels that they own in my attention span
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| Soon they’ll wish I can
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| They say, they say, they say, maybe I’ll find a way soon
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| They say, they say, they say, maybe I’ll find a way soon
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| What they say, what they say what it sound like?
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| They say, they say, they say, maybe I’ll find a way soon
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| They say, they say, they say, maybe I’ll find a way soon
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| What they say, what they say what it sound like?
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| They say, they say, they say, maybe I’ll find a way soon
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| They say, they say, they say, maybe I’ll find a way soon |