| My feet are killing me the worlds at 'em
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| Been dropping these gems, pearls at 'em
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| I don’t blame you if you can’t see the pattern
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| Small minds can’t understand what’s unimagined
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| Never bow down rather see a casket
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| But enough of that, we on the Eve of Adam
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| I’m a little lost but aren’t we all
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| Backwards ain’t an option when your back’s against the wall
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| Haters if I get there I prolly won’t call
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| I dont have your number you prolly piss me off
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| Let’s numb the pain mix liquor or mix pills
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| I can’t sit still knowing I ain’t shit still
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| Things about to change, I don’t know if you heard
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| Obsessed with the money we don’t have, it’s absurd
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| Legend in the making know you concur
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| Gotta write this down now what’s next is a blur
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| If you don’t agree
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| You don’t gotta read a new chapter in my life
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| A dream is me at the scene
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| A cheery gallery hard work equals a salary
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| Girls calling us up for people we about to be
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| Tell them that we out of reach sick of pretending
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| Should be any second, wish I had directions
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| Where the fuck am I?
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| Now I’m second guessin'
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| I swore I wouldn’t stress it
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| There ain’t too many ways to go about it
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| Walking down new year avenue the streets ain’t crowded, no
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| The shoes on my feet are the only thing that I’m proud of
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| Millions of miles
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| That they got me out of
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| And all this liquor barely takes the pain away
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| Ain’t no use still waiting cause the train is late, no
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| I’m walking all the way home
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| Walking all the way home
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| Walking all the way
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| Used to steal my brothers cassettes
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| Now we on set table way from jets
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| Tell em that we next what did you expect
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| For real this time their mothers is all vexed
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| Recently everyone seem to want a piece of me
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| I just want to make some shit that really speak to me
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| My girl keep saying, «When you blow I know you leaving me»
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| I just need her to see I dream about her frequently
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| Keep telling my landlord I need a week
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| City lights are feeling more like laser beams
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| All my ex’s feel comfortable playing me
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| Now woman backstage on every job a to z
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| My girl calling my phone and she blaming me
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| For shit I didn’t do
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| Patrons is a ritual
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| Calms my nerves give me that different view
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| Look in the mirror but my eyes say, «Is it you?»
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| Can’t see ahead keep the lights I know
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| Can’t walk around these city streets with a blindfold
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| Stuck in the rough mistaken for a rhinestone
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| Should I be ashamed or proud of the way I grow?
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| No gimmick can’t bullshit pain
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| Ain’t no way I’m finished too much to gain
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| 'Bout to pull the trigger don’t know where to aim
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| Did we reach the city limits? |
| cause these streets look th-the same
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| There ain’t too many ways to go about it
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| Walking down New Year Avenue the streets ain’t crowded, no
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| The shoes on my feet are the only thing that im proud of
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| Millions of miles
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| That they got me out of
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| And all this liquor barely takes the pain away
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| Ain’t no use still waiting cause the train is late, no
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| I’m walking all the way home
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| Walking all the way home
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| Walking all the way |