| People hate gossip, I like when they talk
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| ‘though it’s corny, microwave pop
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| Say goodnight to days off, that’s for the losers
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| With backs to the future, Michael Jay Fox
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| I move one way: up. |
| Started Monday like some say: tough.
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| I ain’t want to complain, I ain’t wanna complain
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| It always makes sense, but I don’t work for sub-change
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| This is not at all like the older days,
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| Moon mighteous right now it’s the golden age
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| I’ll write now tomorrow’s faith, right now, to own a page in rap system,
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| so cliché
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| I’m a dreamer, but I am not the only
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| Who loves to be alone but hates to be lonely
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| We don’t need roads when the track is super
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| Look back, but I don’t ever turn my back to the future.
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| Let’s take a second thing back,
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| No matter the year, no matter the place, no matter the time
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| You know where to find me whenever you need me
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| We’re living in the future, I’m a freaky when I might.
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| You look back, we all look back
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| But I don’t ever turn my back to the future (x2)
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| The college educated only finished ‘cause momma paid it
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| I had an ego the size of a hippo but it faded,
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| Knowledge exhibited, balloons burdle in packs
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| I stripe gas unpacks a pack of cracks slingers in mass
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| In the city where taxes is out the ass
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| So I ask speaking to the day that lighten up the window
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| Thinking if really we made it seem like it ain’t simple
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| So we eat, sleep, shit, pray and mingle
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| Travel in packs and attacking a little monkey in the middle
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| Encounting God as cash with a temble of dream and drops
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| Dropping fast like a missile
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| Till our last smile turn your ass to a cripple
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| And your reflection upon that fancy dance is a ripple
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| Speak like a blast from a pistol
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| And never hold your tongue like the man that never told you run
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| I picked you above the ground when you fell, I sold you some
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| Ball like no escape, I’m falling to sit screen
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| Love like you’re dumb, even if no one wants you to blow like blitz
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| You flow like you’re pun
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| It’s hard to take on that second when you know you’re the one
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| But you’re the one that takes for the knowledge you’ve begun
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| You’re the one, I can’t be gone until I overcome
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| Chess beating like a motherfucking drum.
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| Let’s take a second thing back,
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| No matter the year, no matter the place, no matter the time
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| You know where to find me whenever you need me
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| We’re living in the future, I’m a freaky when I might.
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| You look back, we all look back
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| But I don’t ever turn my back to the future (x2)
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| Yeah, when it’s all sex and try to find the perfect tune
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| Give me a second, I’ll be turning a second
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| I know if you’re in the clothes you suppose I be undressing
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| Now this all in your game, but put some pepper you’re stepping
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| She says as I exit I look back dyslexic, I look back, it’s life lack
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| Still in my room, must have been desperate
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| They’re dreaming of a present time
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| But in mind they’re dancing in the street without a leprechaun
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| My love, I fell the lines back on Britney wasn’t better blind
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| My love, treat every moment like your last one
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| Man, I swear, this one better than the past one
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| Passed the present but regressed every second
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| There’s no way to stop playing nounaki
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| Rapped a sample of song that dropped the piano properly
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| This won’t last forever, it was not a deal
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| We packed in for now, it’s now or never.
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| You’re the future now, boy
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| And I want you now to go out there and just sing, boy,
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| I want you to sing your heart out. |