| Things, on my mind when I wake up
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| Things, all my time try to take up
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| If I could save up money like worry
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| I’d be a rich man but sorrow would plague much
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| I done made up the fiction that I’m a centre of a system causing the day rust
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| Center stage and a monologue play of
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| me in the audience, all in my make up
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| What a view when it’s all for the show
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| assuming that I’m doing what you already know
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| I think I’m in the middle of a palm heavy globe everybody trying to steal what
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| I already own
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| But oh in this life we are all but alone,
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| the feeling that you are is a problem, condone
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| Just sunlight hit the spotlight that we hold like it’s one light that we cuff
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| tight 'til it’s gone
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| One candle on the cake trying to take it,
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| Souls set sail on the race trying to take wind
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| We are all faves in the chips that we placing,
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| better build self anybody else cave in
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| So I’m holding onto pressure like it’s all mine
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| that ain’t sweat it’s just the way I keep the floor shined
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| Everybody queued up in the long grind
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| thinking that we next in the short line
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| Things I’m going through, yeah
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| Things I’m going through, yeah
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| Things I’m going through, yeah
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| Things I’m going through, I got
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| Things I’m going through, yeah
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| Things I’m going through, yeah
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| Things I’m going through, yeah
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| Things I’m going through, yeah
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| I want a lot more things
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| Biggie tried to tell me what a lot more bring
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| A headstrong man would take a lot more strain
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| seeing pleasure in the presence of a lot more pain
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| It’s like I’m in the plot of a horror flick scene
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| and I’ma run towards where I thought I heard screams
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| Cause things draw me like a self portrait
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| blank paper trying to fill it with a lot more green
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| Cause things make life
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| and a life worth living is a life worth giving to a fight for dreams
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| When your schemes matter more than the next man’s
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| and the next man’s matter more than the rest and
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| we all forget that we are not all things
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| So I’ma take time in the line, all those behind me can chill
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| but if I was last I’d probably be the first one to whine, for real
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| Things I’m going through, yeah
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| Things I’m going through, yeah
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| Things I’m going through, yeah
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| Things I’m going through, I got
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| Things I’m going through, yeah
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| Things I’m going through, yeah
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| Things I’m going through, yeah
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| Things I’m going through, yeah
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| We going through it
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| They going through it
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| Us going through it
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| You going through it
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| We going through it
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| They going through it
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| Us going through it
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| You going through it
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| We just want to matter more tryna be the matador in the pit of bull
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| Tryna gather our status to the masses looking at the glass like that’s pitiful
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| I ain’t seein' what you seein' cause your problems ain’t my problems how you
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| solve 'em really I don’t even care
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| Puttin' pressure on the shoulders that ain’t really there,
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| but I know you see it when you stare
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| Things I’m going through, yeah
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| Things I’m going through, yeah
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| Things I’m going through, yeah
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| Things I’m going through, I got
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| Things I’m going through, yeah
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| Things I’m going through, yeah
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| Things I’m going through, yeah
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| Things I’m going through, yeah |