| This was everything I wanted
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| Past tense, the only other goal
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| Was to rise past stress. |
| How funny
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| I ain’t had a second since
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| Since my last sense. |
| Feel
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| Me. |
| I and I only know the real me
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| In with the facts
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| Remember when I used
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| To rock the waves with the dax. |
| Mile in your shoes
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| Don’t suit these tracks. |
| Nose too big, but the skin too black
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| Hair too long but the skin don’t crack
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| With the Vaseline melanin
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| All we ever needed was the bass line jumping
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| Simpler time for simpler minds
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| Roll one up. |
| Hit the road
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| Home more mine
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| Dead weight Running out of time, no end date
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| Sinners sell sensi. |
| No sensei
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| Mr i’m aggy. |
| Hooded up. |
| Screw face
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| No sign of daddy. |
| Mummy was man when the rents due
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| I was living room chilling. |
| See I, TV
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| Front door knock knock
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| If you wanna see me. |
| Before I only
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| Text back when I feel like
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| Before I saw the blues
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| And words don’t feel right
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| Before I heard the truth
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| And lies don’t sit right
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| If all saw was you
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| Then I can’t live right
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| If all I saw was you
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| I’m like fuck your feelings
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| Spend A day where I come from
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| I’ve been here for way too long
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| Same old tune a different
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| Song
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| Fuck your feelings
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| Spend A day where I come from
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| Same old tune a different Song
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| I’ve been here for way too long
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| Because I’m from a place called hell bruv
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| Born sinner send a man to the grave
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| Ain’t nothing that you can tell us
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| Motherfuck your feelings
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| Round here baby we ain’t never felt love
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| See the numbers on the board
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| We the numbers on the board
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| That’s the cards they dealt us
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| That’s the cards they dealt us
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| Mama used to pray through the sleepless nights
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| No tears for the pillow case if
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| God got me i’mma be alright
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| What ever came first for a nigga
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| Like rest in peace or peace of mind
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| We were never made for the system
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| But we only made men out victims
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| And my brother stays locked in the
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| Don’t need the stress, Been sleeping less
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| Two bags for eye. |
| Still I progress. |
| I know the codes
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| I need my bread. |
| Nothing more, nothing less
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| Need nothing more Did more with less. |
| I need respect
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| Yeah I need that. |
| They still trying to keep the streets black
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| Told my mama we’ll be
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| Good and I mean that
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| I can’t feed the fam
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| With your feedback
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| So I’m like fuck your feelings
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| Spend A day where I come from
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| I’ve been here way too long
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| Same old tune a different
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| Song
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| Fuck your feelings
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| Spend A day where I come from
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| Same old tune a different Song
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| I’ve been here way too long
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| Take me in
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| With my hands behind my back I said take me in
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| Cuffs and collared shirts might not suit my appearance
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| But take me in
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| If these are my last thoughts then hold them closer
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| If these are my last moments I need my closest
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| Forever, gang related is what they told us
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| We beat the odds I guess we’re even
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| What more do you want from me?
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| What more do you want I can’t
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| Give you an apology to please Socrates, I am Plato’s vision
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| I am everything the past may have written
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| I am no part of the same old gimmick
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| I say more, I am more, I became these lyrics
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| Ten fingers wrapped around my neck and all I asked was space to breathe though
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| My last was yours to take
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| I needed nothing but my people to understand and overstand
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| The mission was always more to me
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| There was always more to see
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| These towers block vision but these ends still feel like home to me
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| I’ve seen what man can do with a little
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| What a damn shame that you would keep us confined to a little
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| For your own gain
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| It’s a bold game
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| Pick up the scene you created and screamed see you in hell
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| I’m taking everything
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| If there’s no one left to save us
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| Then there’s no one left to help you
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| And we move quickly like decisions with a barrel to your temple
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| Fuck how you feel… |