| Sometimes I’m just lost
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| Following stars to a home I’ve never been to and might not even like
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| Doing shit I wasn’t into and telling stories through a mic
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| Breaking hearts along the way on a journey just to find mind
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| Enemies act like friends but jealousy is just like fine wine
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| The longer it exists; |
| the stronger it gets and I’m just waiting on my time
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| But the waiting room is lonely
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| When it only seems like their time. |
| So when it’s me, myself, and clowns just
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| competing for some air-time
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| So in the meantime I just lace these Jeremy Scotts on my feet
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| Cause it’s me against the world, it’s getting harder to compete
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| I mean the god in me wants to be a hero for the children
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| But playing that they’re a villain is so often more appealing
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| So I Russian roulette these dreams. |
| I might survive and it might kill me
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| After a drive by shooting stars so gangsters and dreamers feel me
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| But the real me’s shooting truth in my system like it’s crack
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| Getting high on self-esteem these insecurities attack
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| See it hurts, but it’s a lesson when your boys become your yes-men
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| When girls wanna use you but it feels good just to let them
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| When the modus of your family got you questioning your best friend
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| Yes, these game you play when you’re on varsity are tough, when you’re a
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| freshman |