| I said so what? |
| You got a little something on the high end
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| But does it ever really make you feel good? |
| Got something to say?
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| Yeah, I said so what? |
| They trying to put you down on the low end
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| But do they ever really-really feel good? |
| Got something to say? |
| Yeah
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| What happens when your material things become immaterial?
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| Does the fear in you bring you the same type of adrenaline
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| A few thousand hearing you sing or does it bring you to your knees
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| While you’re clearing your brain? |
| I know I’m after the same
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| Treading water after every offer that has came
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| Trying to be myself in the valley of the fake
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| Trying to fix myself up, every hour could break
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| And when the times get easier, now they all needing you
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| Following the leader to the promised land
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| A modest man I was before, I won the war
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| And when things were difficult, no one ever gave a fuck
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| Maybe skill, maybe luck, either way I made it up and so what? |
| So what?
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| Where do you go when everyone is gone?
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| The same people who first appeared when you got on
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| It ain’t equal to the years that made it seem so long
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| For you to achieve the damn things you knew all along
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| And I battled the same, so original, they couldn’t give my style a name
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| Now there’s a million me’s but only one runs the lane
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| And scores points with honesty, I ain’t after the fame
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| And when it came to the breaking point, people raised they hands
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| So I had to make a point, roll it up and fold it up
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| I walked into the joint and made it mine and when it boiled to particulars
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| Getting down or living it up or giving it up
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| Or giving a who knows, where, how and what or maybe why |