| Uh, check, uh, I kind of miss my student loan
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| Uh, I miss sitting in the student home
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| Sharing stories now I simmer sippin', sorta Rome
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| Walking like I’ve been talking the talk but can’t afford a phone
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| Trust, I’m all alone panicking to play it safe
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| This talk of paper chase is forcing me to stay awake
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| Living this layer cake where others will say you’re straight
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| Say they got my back and that they’re praying
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| I’ma pave the way
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| Like it’s the great escape, brothers doing better than me
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| I’m in a hurry, worry, what if they forget about me?
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| I’m just another number nothing when the cheque will bounce
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| See now we’re moving for money
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| But there’s nothing but debt around me
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| So when the rest have found me buggin' in the brain
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| And I’m somewhere between the struggle and the strain
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| They ask why every fucking song the fucking same
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| And I tell them it’s 'cause ain’t nothing changed
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| Saying ain’t nothing changed
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| Check, I’m
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| saying ain’t nothing changed
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| Trust, 'cause ain’t nothing changed
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| Saying, ain’t nothing changed
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| Nah, 'cause ain’t nothing changed
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| I’m saying ain’t nothing changed
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| Uh, uh, I’m saying ain’t nothing changed
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| Brother, 'cause ain’t nothing changed
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| Saying, ain’t nothing changed
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| Nah, 'cause ain’t nothing changed
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| Trust, 'cause ain’t nothing changed |