| Yo, when I was fifteen I bought a microphone
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| And I could only record when I was home alone
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| You see I didn’t have a style, trying to find my own
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| Until one day my dad walked in and said
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| What are you trying to do?
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| I see you cussing a lot and that ain’t you
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| You need to keep on drawing and get back to school
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| So I did what he said but deep down I knew
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| That it wouldn’t take me long before I write another song
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| So many times I think about it when I find myself alone
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| When there’s nothing else to think about
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| What is there to think about?
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| Like every other rapper man I’m trying to just make it out
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| So is it any wonder why I just can’t sleep?
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| And how every rhymes got to be deep
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| But for now when I talk, nobody seems to listen
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| Maybe they will when I’m no longer living
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| Cause I know there’s a lot of people that’s just like me
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| Living with their parents and they got a degree
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| Then they owe a lot of money cause it ain’t cheap
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| And you don’t wanna go back to your parents house
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| But these student loans make it hard to move out
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| So now you live your life check by check
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| Where you wake up in the morning and you get no rest
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| Then you look up at the mirror and you see someone else
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| Not knowing that you’re not even being yourself
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| And all of these years, you’ve been cheating yourself
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| But no regrets, gotta learn from that
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| I done made up my mind no turning back
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| Gave Kevin a call said let’s record the track
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| So when I’m dead and gone and the world looks back
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| You see a legend in his prime
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| Or do I gotta pretend to be somebody else for the end of time?
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| Saying something’s gotta give
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| Something’s gotta give
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| Something’s gotta, something’s gotta
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| Something’s gotta give
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| Something’s gotta give
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| Something’s gotta give
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| Gotta give, gotta give
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| Man hold up, something’s gotta give
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| Cause I’m tired of living life like this
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| I go to work, pay my bills but I’m tired of living life like this
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| Wake up, check the news
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| Give it up, break the rules
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| But something’s gotta
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| Something’s gotta
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| Something’s gotta
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| Something’s gotta give
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| Lord what can I say?
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| Could you take me away?
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| From the pressures of today
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| Ayo Trey break it down
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| Something’s gotta give
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| Wondering will I live
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| Make it to see tomorrow
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| Represent for my kid
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| When everywhere I turn
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| I get burned, look what you did
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| What the hell is a friend?
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| If he don’t want you to win
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| I know this life is full of struggle
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| Knowing that it could end
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| I get back on my hustle
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| Get knocked back down again
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| But then I roll one up and get a paper and pen
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| Then I put it all together now the story begins
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| Through my lens is what you’re seeing
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| Even all of the demons
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| Even all the people that said I was only dreaming
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| They say one in a million make it, I know the odds
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| I play forever waiting, hating every mirage
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| Dodge another bullet then get back on the grind
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| Somewhere deep inside I find the strength to keep me alive
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| Another day we survive’s another we can make it
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| Jump on the track and see how far I can take it
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| I’m losing my patient
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| But I know that we got something amazing
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| And it’ll be a shame if we waste it
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| These lyrics I’m blazing
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| Will lift my feet right off of the pavement
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| If something doesn’t give I’ll go crazy
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| I’m holding on
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| Something’s gotta give
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| Something’s gotta give
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| Something’s gotta, something’s gotta
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| Something’s gotta give
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| Something’s gotta give
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| Something’s gotta give
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| Something’s gotta, something’s gotta
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| Something’s gotta give
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| Lord what can I say?
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| Could you take me away?
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| From the pressures of today
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| Hey, uh
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| Lord what can I say?
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| Could you take me away?
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| From the pressures of today
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| Hey
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| Man hold up, something’s gotta give
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| Cause I’m tired of living life like this
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| I go to work, pay my bills but I’m tired of living life like this
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| Wake up, check the news
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| Give it up, break the rules
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| But something’s gotta
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| Something’s gotta
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| Something’s gotta
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| Something’s gotta give
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| Give
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| Give
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| Or do I gotta pretend to be somebody else for all time? |