| Look, people ask me what the future is
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| All I know is I’ll be doin' this
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| All I know is things are moving quick
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| That’s convenient for me 'cause that’s how I live
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| Now they see me out here movin' up
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| You don’t like me, that makes two of us
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| Time change, yeah, I can’t adjust
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| Yo, it’s who you are not who you was, oh my
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| Yeah, just went to Europe, they said the single is working
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| I think I’m learning
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| I am way more than what people might think when they look on the surface
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| What is my purpose? |
| Yeah
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| That is a question that I have been asking myself and it hurts
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| 'Cause it’s prolly something I should already know but I don’t know it yet,
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| I’m tryna grow as a person, woo!
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| I’m sick of people tellin' people I’m here 'cause of marketing dollars, oh
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| You think that everything is gonna blow just 'cause you market it harder? |
| No
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| I got my hands in everything, now they out here tryna get to me,
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| stop tryna lecture me
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| You don’t compare to my level of thinking, so why do you think you compare to
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| my energy, huh?
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| Small circle, but the number’s growin'
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| Fame called me, I’m like, «How you doin'?»
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| Hung up on him, I ain’t ready for it
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| I’ll get back to that when I make album four
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| Less talkin', I’ve been workin' more
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| Better me is what I’m workin' towards
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| Y’all judgin', but we not in court, no, we not in court, oh Lord!
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| Last couple years, let’s recap
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| I make a livin' off of writin' out my regrets
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| I’m doin' me, I don’t care where the scene’s at
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| Try to give me feedback, I don’t really need that
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| I used to walk on stage in a V-neck
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| I used to wear a lil' tie with a black vest
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| I came a long way, why you lookin' upset?
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| I’m tryna paint a picture, get the vision, you ain’t hear it yet, woo!
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| Look, hold up, hold up, wait a minute, please
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| Flow’s switchin', I got ADD
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| Brain scatters when you play the beat
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| It don’t matter what you say to me
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| I’ll be doin' this at 83
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| I’ve been doin' this since ABCs
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| In the major leagues doin' major things, don’t play with me, woo!
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| I’m livin' life in the fast lane
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| Wake up every morning thinkin' I’ma have a bad day
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| Drive my own car, I don’t like the valet
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| Park then I go into my mind with an AK
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| Shoot every thought in my head then it rotates
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| Losin' it all, but I think that I’m okay
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| Who is involved? |
| I don’t know, but I’m insane
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| Poof! |
| And I’m gone, wanna call me a no name, what?!
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| I’m prolly not what you thought
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| I’m prolly not what you thought
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| I used to judge everybody that wasn’t like me 'til I learned it was wrong
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| Girl told me I should get it together and get out the dark
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| I’m tryna give her my heart
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| That’s when I sit in my car, writin' for hours until I can barely talk
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| I mean, where do I start?
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| Feels like I’m fallin' apart
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| Act like my image is hard
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| I always put up my guard
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| Even when talkin' to God
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| Sit in my room and I plot
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| Everything that I’m not
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| Comes out in the music I jot
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| I give it all that I got
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| I give it all that I got!
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| I’m tryna think out the box, no!
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| Yeah, I got people standing outside a bus screaming my name
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| I don’t come out and take pictures, they tell me I changed
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| I don’t smile in VIPs, you get mad like, «You know what I paid?»
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| Guess I don’t know what to say
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| Guess I don’t know what to say
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| I leave it all on the stage
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| I leave it all on the stage |