| (Dwilly I'm scared)
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| Walked across Ohio, took me fifty days
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| I talked to the stars, they were happy that I came
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| Somedays I'm a genius, others I'm insane
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| There is something gorgeous underneath the pain
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| I can feel it liftin' (Woo) I'm feeling good
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| I'm thinkin' 'bout David from my old neighborhood
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| A warm and perfect white light in each of my cells
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| I used to be a pop singer now I am myself
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| Yeah, I take a little right now just to count my blessings
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| Count my blessings, count, count, count
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| Take a little time right now just to count my blessings
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| Count my blessings, okay
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| Even when I'm fallin' there's something underneath
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| Something that is perfect, it's almost like a dream
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| I know Vincent Van Gogh, I know Princess Di
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| And David Foster Wallace he calls me all the time
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| If I think 'bout paradise I'd imagine this
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| No drugs or no alcohol 'cause I'm high as it is
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| I don't want your money, I am simply done
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| I just walked away, huh, look what I've become
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| Look what I've become (Woo)
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| Look what I've become (Woo)
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| Look what I've become (Woo)
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| Look what I've become
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| Rolling through South Central, better watch your ass
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| Bars all on my window, pistol on my bed-stand
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| To live and die in L.A., couldn't make it off of minimum wage
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| I had to get the big body Mercedes
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| Cop a Rollie plus one for my lady, my lady
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| I always knew I'd be a legend, saw it in my dreams
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| I had to keep one eye open, I could barely sleep
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| I had to kill 'em with success like they the enemy
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| Murder, murder, murder, Lord, mercy me
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| I stopped smoking last year, fuck that, started back again
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| God don't make no accidents, look what I've become
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| Yeah look what I've become |