| You taught me how to roll up
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| Roll it up
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| While Nas would beautify my four walls
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| Exhaling white clouds through my mouth
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| And just dreaming 'bout a future so far away from these:
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| Classroom tyrants would hit me again
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| When the questions bout' my weekend began
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| Staying out of neon lights
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| Put you right into an open spotlight
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| I could never shake off
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| Shake them off
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| When I spent the days alone being off beat
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| Fifteen, too green, anxiously
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| And excluded from the clique cuz we’re too eccentric
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| Classroom tyrants would hit me again
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| When the questions bout' my weekend began
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| Acting like a mystery
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| To everyone around me
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| I would never let it show
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| I had nowhere else to go
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| But I was never all alone
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| I had music, I had music
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| Me and you and everyone would tag along
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| Me and you, a shadow of a vagabond
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| A happy place, a memory of everybody’s favorite song
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| I’m living my life like it’s golden
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| I’ll be held him, and I’ll behold him, I’ll be open, I’ll be close and like
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| paradise
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| Nice to meet you on nights like this we fall in love
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| Only for the bottom of the hour
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| Then I cower in the gratitude of every note and anecdote
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| The vacancy a simile for overdose, uh
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| This is what love is
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| The music and the openness
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| Classroom tyrants would hit me again
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| When the questions bout' my weekend began
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| Staying out of neon light
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| Put you right into an open spotlight
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| Monday morning was nothing but pain
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| Isolation I could never explain
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| Acting like a mystery
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| To everyone around me |