| Picture me rolling
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| Picture me outside with my boombox
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| Picture me pacing
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| Look at my language
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| Picture me grinding
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| Taking expressions right off of my face
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| Feel like I’m living
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| Feel like I’ve been gifted
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| Cause them wins stay coming
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| And my problems blow over
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| And this winds still kicking all these four leaf clovers
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| Spilling all this light for it to guide ya
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| Sometimes it takes a certain person to remind ya
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| Sometimes it don’t even matter where you go
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| 'Cause your dreams are always in sew
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| It’s all green don’t matter where you mow
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| And if you hate it you can picture me roll
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| Picture me rolling
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| Picture me outside with my boombox
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| Picture me pacing
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| Look at my language
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| Picture me grinding
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| Taking expressions right off of my face
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| Feel like I’m living
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| Feel like I’ve been gifted
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| Cause it all seems focused
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| All the things you can’t know
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| If we had the same purpose
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| Then we’d really never grow
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| Problems tryna leave it all behind ya
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| It takes a certain type of day to remind ya
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| Like you only work your fingers to the bone
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| Everything you ever did, you did it wrong
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| I tell you if you living then its never too late
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| You ain’t gotta hear what I say
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| Just picture me rolling
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| Picture me outside with my boombox
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| Picture me pacing
|
| Look at my language
|
| Picture me grinding
|
| Taking expressions right off of my face
|
| Feel like I’m living
|
| Feel like I’ve been gifted
|
| Picture me rolling
|
| Picture me outside with my boombox
|
| Picture me pacing
|
| Look at my language
|
| Picture me grinding
|
| Taking expressions right off of my face
|
| Feel like I’m living
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| Feel like I’ve been gifted |