| Yeah
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| Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
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| Yeah, it’s recording?
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| Yeah
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| I hate on no more 'bout who lookin' down on me
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| Who proud of me?
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| That reassurance would be nice to know I’m killin' things
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| Been goin' through the motions, 'cause lately I ain’t been feelin' things
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| Been to myself more, the music always healin' things
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| I watch close friends react to me in situations
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| And niggas act like they ain’t got the patience, whack
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| Now I wonder who really got my back
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| Niggas don’t even check to see where I’m at
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| I really hate this rap shit some times
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| 'Cause true friends are really hard to find
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| On a scale of one to ten, anxiety be on nine
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| Sorry but not sorry, I just really need some time
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| Some times I make plans and don’t show up 'cause I be tired
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| Then you make assumptions but that’s not the reason why
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| My communication sucks, but you know that I try
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| You just want «Good morning» text, but I’m just not that guy
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| Sorry I’m so dry, so much on my mind, had to wipe my eye
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| But I ain’t wanna cry
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| Lift these weights up off my shoulders I can fuckin' fly
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| Or maybe touch the sky
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| 'Cause even if I fell, at least I know I try
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| At least I know I try
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| If real recognize real, see me eye to eye
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| See me eye to eye, if real recognize real
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| Niggas see I’m competition and get to actin' different
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| You should’ve prayed on my fall, but instead you wished it
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| A magic is not existence, so even if I’m slippin', I’ll never fall
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| My depression was short livin' and now I’m standin' tall
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| You know you fully heal when you can laugh at all of your past problems
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| And when you forgive your ex for secretly ass poppin'
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| And deep down in chest wish your enemies the best
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| And realize that was part of the story, not your quest
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| Tryna meditate more and start drinkin' less
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| But if I’m drinkin' more (More), then I’m thinkin' less (Less)
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| And when I’m overthinkin' (Thinkin'), it keep me stressed
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| But if I’m never drinkin' (Drinkin'), then I’m cheatin' less (Less)
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| And I’m tryna be more than I was
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| More of a guy good, more of them good vibes
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| Gotta be much more than just a hood guy
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| And if I could fly, I’d go thirty-thousand feet up
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| Even if I drop knowin' I would die, I’d still climb (Still climb)
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| 'Cause how could I climb if I never tried? |
| (Never tried)
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| How can I die without livin' life? |
| (Livin' life)
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| And to this day I know how to waste the time
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| The days I should’ve put my pride aside is when I should’ve cried
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| But I ain’t wanna cry
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| Lift these weights up off my shoulders I can fuckin' fly
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| Or maybe touch the sky
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| 'Cause even if I fell, at least I know I try
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| At least I know I try
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| If real recognize real, see me eye to eye
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| See me eye to eye, if real recognize real
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| Before you flex, get respect and reflect
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| Before you flex, get respect and reflect
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| If you don’t like workin' for LuteFourWalls
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| Then why don’t just go and take your brokes ass home?
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| GoldMouf |