| Am I wrong for being lost?
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| The pressures of being boss exhausted
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| Every bone in my body, I can't walk
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| I don't talk, I scream, I don't stop to think
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| I'm so close to the dream that I can't go to sleep
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| Ironic, I know, so I need more Chronic to roll
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| Tryna find what's more important, the money or my soul
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| It's cold, I'm low, I'm caught between the roads
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| Under the Hollywood sign, you get blinded by the glow, uh
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| Yo
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| How could you look me in the face?
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| You sat at the table with my daughter
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| Promisin' you got us right after you finished sayin' Grace
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| Why don't you tell her what you're hidin' in the bank?
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| It's time to cut my lawn and see the snakes
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| It's time to tell the truth to every fan who doesn't understand
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| That it's because of you they had to wait
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| While you left me here to deal with all the hate, ah
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| Still smile but feel so fake
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| It's no sun, the clouds are opaque
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| So much shade I read on one page
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| I can't even look at your name without gettin' the shakes
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| What a mistake uh, look at how you take uh
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| What doesn't belong to you, this was a rape
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| And if fate send us both to Heaven
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| I'ma keep a blade in my leather so I can kill you at the gate, uh
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| (First place)
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| Is it worth it when you see us all?
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| (Two faced)
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| Tryna fit in to a world with no
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| (New space)
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| Commit third degree murder
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| (What for?)
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| Tryna play me like a Hollywood whore
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| (First place)
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| Is it worth it when you see us all?
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| (Two faced)
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| Tryna fit in to a world with no
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| (New space)
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| Commit third degree murder
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| (What for?)
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| Tryna play me like a Hollywood whore
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| I woke up sweatin', tryna forget I'm in a mansion
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| 'Cause fans are mad at my expansion
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| And my friend I thought was family
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| Who'd always understand me
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| Got offended, 'cause he jealous
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| We supposed to be at the Grammys
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| I'm askin', when did pride and passion
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| Get mistakin' for handouts and ass kissin'?
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| The fact is I made it from trailer trash to Saks Fifth
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| Took it from underground to massive, and the come up was classic
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| Back when white boys rapped, they gettin' they ass kicked
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| I was battlin' puttin' these rappers in caskets
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| I was walkin' home gettin' jumped after classes
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| Tell me, why don't my haters mention that shit?
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| Now, my rent is due and I'm a tenant gettin' by with no credit
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| Got residue from a sedative I ain't get from the medic
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| My schedule is so fuckin' hectic, but still I'm in debt
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| I'd be better off dead so life insurance keep my family fed
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| It's because of y'all, I couldn't separate from my career
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| 'Cause of y'all, I hated myself for so many years
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| 'Cause of you, you ain't never gonna see me trust
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| Even if I got a wife, she just somebody I fuck
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| (First place)
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| Is it worth it when you see us all?
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| (Two faced)
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| Tryna fit in to a world with no
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| (New space)
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| Commit third degree murder
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| (What for?)
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| Tryna play me like a Hollywood whore
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| (First place)
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| Is it worth it when you see us all?
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| (Two faced)
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| Tryna fit in to a world with no
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| (New space)
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| Commit third degree murder
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| (What for?)
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| Tryna play me like a Hollywood whore
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| The City of Angels, danger
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| The City of Angels, danger |