| I’m getting way too tired of the romance
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| Focus got me rolling through the programs
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| Searching for a way to notice
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| I’ve been rapping about cupid since the Romans died
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| Long time, right in hindsight
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| My life experience is fight night for the rhymes I write
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| The audience I cater to amaze to how
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| I took the same songs then made them new
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| Wish that I could pin down how to change a mood
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| Without a major boost, I hope you wonder too
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| 'Cause I’ve been wondering what I could do without music
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| And I don’t even know how to take my time
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| 'Cause you don’t even know how hard I try to keep it in control
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| And I’ve been feeling like a role-playing character
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| Turned into a book where the notes
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| Are in a journal that’s loose leaf
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| Missing some development and memories
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| And lacking all the energy I need to really keep me cruising
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| Honestly lost upon the walk of life
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| Walk of shame is what i’m trottin' on
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| And following chasing of phenomenon
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| Greatest rapper alive and when I die to
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| The necronomicon will resurrect the rhymes
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| I write to declaring me a God among men
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| Or maybe we could slow it down a bit
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| Guess I got to make a wave before I talk about drowning in it
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| I just want to blow up like I turned into a powder keg
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| And if you think that’s shallow
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| You can walk yourself right out of here
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| 'Cause I’ve been wondering what I could do without music
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| And I don’t even know how to take my time
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| 'Cause you don’t even know how hard I try to keep it in control |