| I see if there’s a shadow around me
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| But I know when there’s angels around me
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| I pray that we all make it outta here one day
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| Some day
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| My dreams just never cease to astound me
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| They grow and will be profound
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| So I say that we’ll make it and elevate one day
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| Some day
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| Chasin' poisons like my dreams 'till cup, it runneth over
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| Choices made that made me scream, and still I done them over
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| Failures not really a thing when I’m done with sober
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| «I'm comin' over», that’s depression when the joy is closer
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| Comatose, I ain’t felt the thanks and partner rose-d up
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| Still tryna be the best on the globe
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| That Pivot never die like Rose
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| Weak in the knees, pain diminish, it seems
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| If you don’t let it go
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| Like, where do we go from here?
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| My GPS over-weird
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| Still destination blessed, we’ve taken this show on the road
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| Quick serve with racquet, I endorse like Anna Kournikova
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| Piv' on the jacket as to why I spy some turnt-up noses
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| Look to the sky when blessings fly because I feel that’s bro-'nem
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| Got something that get me by, we joke late night like Conan
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| Got a niece, and two lil' nephews, and they light my soul, man
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| That feelin' fire
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| My DM filled with those inspired
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| Love I acquired, carpe-diem, yeah, they too inspired
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| A spot for them is held, so close high-key, that’s low, Mariah
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| I’m gracious, live, and in record, there’s no need to inquire
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| I’m facin' lies, I used to hoard 'em, now my wings soar higher
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| No shirt, things still tryin'
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| Feels like a dream, I could wake up to this
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| Every day I’m rollercoastin'
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| Try a few things to get me through this
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| Higher we go, tokin', floatin'
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| It gets dark in the heart when nobody’s around
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| How I’m copin' with hopin' my chips at the ground
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| Feels like a dream when it’s my time on
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| Take that dream to coma-tose
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| Racin' the devil, finished today with a narrow lead
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| On-point with the Water, that arrow-head
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| Ate this shit down to the bone-marrow
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| If I toss you a bone, then I’m Marowak
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| Give him a hand and I’ll chop it off
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| One of my niggas, he got a nub
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| Like, «what the fuck is you starin' at?»
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| King of what? |
| How you declarin' that?
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| Niggas turn share, they interrogate
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| Swearin', no cap in New Era hats
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| Sweat the truth, talk it in, let it marinate
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| She was just lookin' like Carrot-Top
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| Lot of these niggas in vegetative states
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| And wakin' up from it is paramount
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| I’ma sell verses to Miramax
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| Word on the man in the mirror
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| It’s crazy how a nigga life did a pirouette
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| I’m still be tickled by featherweights
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| I 'on't want no punch on the heavy bag
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| Heavy jazz for a Leatherface
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| All this copy-paste, call me Chevy Chase
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| Don’t have me fuck up your Caddyshack
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| With poetry over the heavy bass
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| I checked to the turn with a set of aces
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| I’m finna bet it up on these niggas
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| I had a boat 'fore the river came
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| Said it out loud before Twitter came
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| Treatin' it just like the heroine
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| These days, can’t be doin' that shit in vain
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| See, they took it to baby-bottles
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| It’s a whole different tech
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| If you see me walk with a lame, tryna run a race
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| Feels like a dream, I could wake up to this
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| Every day I’m rollercoastin'
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| Try a few things to get me through this
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| Higher we go, tokin', floatin'
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| It gets dark in the heart when nobody’s around
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| How I’m copin' with hopin' my chips at the ground
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| Feels like a dream when it’s my time on
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| Take that dream to coma-tose
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| I see if there’s a shadow around me
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| But I know when there’s angels around me
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| I pray that we all make it outta here one day
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| Some day |