| What is perfect? |
| Not me
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| I’ve been overworkin' for weeks
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| I go home then purchase some things
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| That I know will not fill my needs
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| Have a dose of what I’ve achieved
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| Then get lonesome and I critique
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| Who I am and what I believe
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| Make up standards too high to reach
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| Untrained animal off the leash
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| I’m in panic, but yet relieved
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| Brought your hammock to hang with me?
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| Grab a hatchet, cut down your tree
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| Like a mannequin that can speak
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| What I have in store is unique
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| I just mop the floors with MCs
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| I can’t stop until things are clean
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| I’m an amateur’s what you think
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| So you stand there in disbelief
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| 'Til I dislocate both your feet
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| That’s what happens, you step to me
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| Not too graphic, but not PG
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| Lots of action in every scene
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| I’m kidnapping all of your dreams
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| Hold 'em hostage and watch 'em scream (Ahh!)
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| Rap aside, I am what I advertise
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| Don’t matter how you put it, we live, then we have to die
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| You might hate it, but you can’t deny
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| See, everything that I’ve been doing got me lookin' like a mastermind
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| It’s so vain, but I vandalize that I do what you fantasizin'
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| Took a vision of my dreams
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| And then found a better way that I can make it
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| I’ve been looking, think I’m really 'bout to maximize it (Agh!)
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| These bullets form in my mind and come out my mouth and (Pow, pow, pow)
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| For anyone out there doubting or acting mouthy (Watch, watch, watch)
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| Forget what you heard about me, I’ve been astounding (Got, got, got)
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| Something for you thinking you might run circles 'round me
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| Yeah, ain’t this all I ever wanted?
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| That’s a fact, no, that’s a lie, no
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| I’m confused, yeah, I got problems
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| What’s the use? |
| Yeah, let’s be honest
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| Screws are loose, I need 'em tightened
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| Not amused, yeah, look what I did
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| Brought you something, hope you like it
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| So precise, the flow the nicest
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| So productive, stop your whining
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| Back in style like I was vinyl
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| I make songs and they go viral
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| Something’s off if I go idle
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| «Been so long,» yeah, okay, I know
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| Take your shoes off, you’re in my home
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| You got fans, but not like I do, yeah (I do, I do)
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| Thankful, I try to be, can’t contain what’s inside of me
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| They don’t like this side of me 'cause I lack in compliancy
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| I question what I can see if you’re not playing my CD
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| No expiring, I’ll decide when I think it’s my time to leave (Woo)
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| Yeah, 'cause they won’t retire me, it inspires me to be inspiring
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| When I’m low I feel like I’m spiraling
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| Pushin' forward, look, I can’t ignore it
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| There ain’t no I in team, but drop the T and A
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| Sometimes, if I’m bein' honest, feels like it’s only me
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| No defeat, notably, better have it right if you’re quoting me
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| Write my name on your hit list, it might be the last time you wrote something
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| Rip that cocky smile right off your face for thinking you’re close to me
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| Grab a can of gasoline, light it all over your self-esteem
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| Selfishly watching y’all helplessly pretend you’re on my planet
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| Shoot you out of the sky like you’re punchlines, you are not landin'
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| Gun jammin', reach in your mouth and rip out your tongue after tongue
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| Lashings, I hand 'em out like pamphlets in church, Pastor
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| Show up to my funeral wearin' all black, and what’s happenin'?
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| I look around and wonder, «Where my fans at?»
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| Oh Lord, they know me so well, they know I’m not in that casket
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| Trash bag is prolly buried somewhere full of my ashes
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| My music’s superb, playin' with words, play with my nerves
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| They gon' have a list of issues long as my shirts
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| Very absurd, very disturbed
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| Stare at the Earth like, «This is not the place I was birthed»
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| I’m generic, you sure?
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| Oh, they think I’m very reserved
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| 'Til I open up on the beat like on my Therapy work
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| I don’t care what you heard, real scary, carry the verse
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| While I’m wearin' my merch, stompin' on your arrogant turf
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| Sit back and observe, nah, I like to actually work
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| This life’s so unpredictable, it just keeps pitching me curves
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| I take a swing, I hate the things that make me feel like I’m dirt
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| I’ve patiently been waitin', please, I think it’s time for my turn
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| My expertise are melodies, they talk to me when I’m hurt
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| Just let me be, eventually someday they’ll see what I’m worth
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| I cross my I’s and dot my T’s, it makes no sense, but I’ve learned
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| Normal to you is not to me, the outcast finally returns (Returns, returns) |