| I just wanted to take this time out
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| To thank y’all
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| Welcome to Relief
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| Everytime I need you
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| Thank you
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| Everytime I need you, I see you
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| See my reception isn’t always good, this ain’t Verizon
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| So I’m up late watching the sunrisin'
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| Mom and dad’s garage is where I got started
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| They always stood behind me, like Obama they «o-bidin'»
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| One house just the four of us
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| We didn’t have a lot, they gave it all to us
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| Now I’m smilin', nah I’m lyin', I’m cryin' while I’m writin' on this tour bus
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| But fuck it, cause I’m just being real
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| And nowadays that’s kind of hard
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| Been fakin' like I’ve made it even though that’s kind of far
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| Just played a show in front of 50 people at a bar
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| Is it really what it seems? |
| Am I livin' out my dreams?
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| Cause most people think so
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| But they only see the videos and views, they should read some of these tweets
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| So I learned to deal with it
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| And nowadays everyone’s a real critic
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| And I agree, a lot of times it’s me
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| Got this douchebag persona, but in time you’ll see
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| That I’m really just a normal dude
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| Go to normal bars, hang with normal dudes
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| Go to Applebee’s, and eat normal food
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| Don’t be mad at me, I’m gettin' sorta cool
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| But to the fans that can deal with me
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| And the people that keep it real with me
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| And most importantly my family
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| See, I just wanna say thank you
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| Everytime I need you
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| Thank you
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| Everytime I need you, I see you
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| I just wanna say thank you
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| Everytime I need you
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| Everytime I need you, I see you
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| A lot of nights I tend to overthink
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| So in turn I tend to over-drink, and woe is me
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| And I’m bombed off that whiskey
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| Hopin' they don’t forget me when I’m gone in history
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| Think like a visionary, sittin' at Ben & Jerry’s
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| Plottin' how I’m gettin' on top like missionary
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| Then kick it like Vinatieri
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| And stick around, no quickie like Kim and Reggies
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| So hittin' the cemetery for good 'till I’m gone
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| Singing my favorite song
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| Picking up my best friends to bring along
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| My sister my assistant now
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| This shit’s a fucking business now
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| And I wouldn’t say I’m ballin'
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| But I got money in my wallet
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| And these labels started callin'
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| I just wish Nanny and Pop were still here
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| I wish they could of saw this
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| They missed all of this
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| And nothing’s ever perfect
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| But every one of ya’ll has made this song worth it
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| And I just want to say thank you |