| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Shouts to Ian’s beard, it looks phenomenal
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| Just wonderful shape-up
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| Look, hold up, hold up
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| Hold up, hold up, what it do?
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| I been feelin' outta place for like a month or two
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| I been in and outta spaces I ain’t comfortable
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| I been semi-functional-alcoholic livin'
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| I been risin', though, despite it
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| I been hearin' lots of riot in the quiet
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| I been feelin' like my life is at that point, it’s fight or flight
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| It’s pen and mic, it’s settle or keep appetitus
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| So much more than what it coulda been
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| All these doors, I gotta push ‘em in
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| I want more, but look around homie, shit, I got a lot
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| Would you rather cry in mansion or be singin' in the cot?
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| Some nights I be thinkin' thoughts, others I be thinkin' thots
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| Scrollin, scrollin, scrollin, stomach all in sinking knots
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| But yo, long as I’m never thinkin' «stop»
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| My spirit day to day but he gon' play tomorrow, watch, muh
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| I ain’t chasin' rainbows
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| I live in the rain; |
| life is more than a pot of gold
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| Like the way you hit them angles but I can’t stay around too long
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| Yo, I gotta go (gotta go!)
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| Ain’t nothin' out here a free-throw (free-throw!)
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| W could be better, homie, we know (we know!)
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| We been out here lookin' for the cheat codes (cheat codes!)
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| It was in the work all along
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| All along, all along, shit I couldn’t call it, dog
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| Wall Street, the Autobahn, problem, problem, problems dog
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| All the all the all the smog, everybody wanna look outside for inner peace
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| All exempt to our critique
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| So much life could be created but your attitude on condom, dog
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| Want the fire? |
| Then it’s hours that we gotta log
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| We created players, fuck these lil' style attributes
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| We bought ‘em all, what happens when we got ‘em all?
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| All I know’s I got a lot to prove
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| I’m gon' show I got a lot to lose
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| This world cold, we got a lot to do wit it
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| Tryin' be opportunistic while they tryin' to induce quittin' on honorable
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| missions
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| Told ‘em stop bein' different and they should be indifferent
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| I said but if we did and if we lived it like we said we would
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| I think that smile we been lookin' for is in the mud
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| I was swimmin' in the mud
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| I was drownin' in the liquor
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| I was stuck, now I’m up, yeah
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| Now I’m up, ain’t no cheatin' in my blood
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| Fuck the weakness can’t defeat this type of tough muhfucka, hold up
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| I ain’t chasin' rainbows
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| I live in the rain; |
| life is more than a pot of gold
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| Like the way you hit them angles but I can’t stay around too long
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| Yo, I gotta go (gotta go!)
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| Ain’t nothin' out here a free-throw (free-throw!)
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| W could be better, homie, we know (we know!)
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| We been out here lookin' for the cheat codes (cheat codes!)
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| It was in the work all along
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| Mirror, mirror, I don’t look like me
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| But would I know me if you showed me?
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| Mirror, mirror, I don’t look like me
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| Tell me whatchu know about it
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| If you was me, shit, tell me how you’d go about it
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| Dyin' to eat where the table ain’t clean, no
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| But clothes expensive
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| And the souls aren’t cheap though
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| I been on the offensive
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| Like ya’ll don’t know me, ya’ll write yo shit in pencil
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| My pen is my sword and I fence through this fence
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| You can see me I’m fightin' so hard to resent you
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| One taste of air I was conditioned for
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| So let the breeze blow, blow, blow
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| I won’t indulge my woes
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| Feel like everybody like me now but no one love me no more
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| They all want talk to me but don’t want me no more
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| If I don’t make it all the way they gon' pump me for sure
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| Man I know it, man I know it
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| Reflection in the glass so I’m pourin' man, I’m pourin'
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| 10 close to E from all the motion, keep the tears inside
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| So feel like my stomach rowin' in the storm now
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| Already tired but they all up on my form
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| How can I keep ‘em satisfied when I’m worn down?
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| When deep inside I crave the life that I’ve torn down for ‘em just a little bit
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| It’s gettin' harder and harder to give a shit
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| I’m gettin' farther and farther from simple shit
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| They say you ain’t scared of fallin', you scared to jumpin'
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| Sometimes I’m scared and ashamed of the shit I want |