| I thought I would have known what to do
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| I don’t know how to get through, but I have to
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| Back to, fighting with myself again
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| Falling back to my own habits
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| And I can’t get out of my own head
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| Just let it go
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| Tryna leave my old ways, moving on a low
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| Stalk them with my own space, trying not to show
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| See another old face messing up my flow
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| For I’m waiting a whole day, smoking on my own
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| Coming out a cold place, found a way to grow
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| Never did I hold faith, till I found my zone
|
| Evolving in my own lane, now I’m in the know
|
| Yo
|
| Same dues, but now I see it different
|
| All this wisdom, but we’re struggling to see the vision
|
| Breaking outta habits just so we can beat the system
|
| Still I’m fighting with myself to make some big decisions
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| Always saw respect for anything that we’ve been given
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| Never let 'em find a way to try and treat you different
|
| Fighting with myself and still refuse to seek assistance
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| I’ll be tryna find my rhythm on some secret mission
|
| I thought I would have known what to do
|
| I don’t know how to get through, but I have to
|
| Back to, fighting with myself again
|
| Falling back to my own habits
|
| And I can’t get out of my own head
|
| I thought I would have known what to do
|
| I don’t know how to get through, but I have to
|
| Back to, fighting with myself again
|
| Falling back to my own habits
|
| And I can’t get out of my own head
|
| Just let it go
|
| Tryna leave my old ways, moving on a low
|
| Stalk them with my own space, trying not to show
|
| See another old face messing up my flow
|
| For I’m waiting a whole day, smoking on my own
|
| Coming out a cold place, found a way to grow
|
| Never did I hold faith, till I found my zone
|
| Evolving in my own lane, now I’m in the know
|
| Yo
|
| Same dues, but now I see it different
|
| All this wisdom, but we’re struggling to see the vision
|
| Breaking outta habits just so we can beat the system
|
| Still I’m fighting with myself to make some big decisions
|
| Always saw respect for anything that we’ve been given
|
| Never let 'em find a way to try and treat you different
|
| Fighting with myself and still refuse to seek assistance
|
| I’ll be tryna find my rhythm on some secret mission
|
| I thought I would have known what to do
|
| I don’t know how to get through, but I have to
|
| Back to, fighting with myself again
|
| Falling back to my own habits
|
| And I can’t get out of my own head |