| If I could, I would calm down and chill more
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| Not always focus on putting my songs on the bill board
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| Build a life around the people I do live for and not chase those things most
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| people would’ve killed for
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| And I’m still sure I’ve made the right decisions
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| Became an underground musician and a mic magician
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| Who’s still spitting while some peeps of mine had a life of crime and had to
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| spend their first half of their life in prison
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| Not the types to fit in, I just wish I could’ve been a guiding beacon or they
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| rode the wave of my ambition
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| Not getting high all weekend hiding from a crime committed
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| Dodging the cops looking shady in their Nike fitted
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| I shine like a diamond glisten, but I could give a little extra when scribbling
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| my text up
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| So I can spit a little fresher when the mic’s on live
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| And give a finger to a heckler
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| Oh my god I’m the one and they shouldn’t win
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| Tryna play my part 'til one foot is in
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| Look at him tryna smile with a crooked grin
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| Standing there on the outside looking in
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| Oh my god I’m the one and they shouldn’t win
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| Tryna play my part 'til one foot is in
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| Look at him tryna smile with a crooked grin
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| Thinking, what it could, should and would’ve been
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| If I picked my moments, and not spoke on impulses
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| Shut my mouth more, might work under hypnosis
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| Jokes aside, I would give a little less damn
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| About the music industry, 'cause actually it’s killing me
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| Now who’s a real mc, who got a deal and why
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| It leaves a bitter sweet taste, there right up in my mouth
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| Yo, I gotta spit it out, otherwise I feel the doubt
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| All these could and should’ve and would’ve’s something I could live without
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| It’s been a while now, that shit hit the fan
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| I got a feeling it’ll do without contingency plans
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| I should work but I’m tired like the Michelin man
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| Of peeps who talk beside their mouths like ventriloquist hands
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| Oh my god I’m the one and they shouldn’t win
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| Tryna play my part 'til one foot is in
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| Look at him tryna smile with a crooked grin
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| Standing there on the outside looking in
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| Oh my god I’m the one and they shouldn’t win
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| Tryna play my part 'til one foot is in
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| Look at him tryna smile with a crooked grin
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| Thinking, what it could, should and would’ve been
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| If I could hit the reset button on some things I’ve done in life or not
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| And respect nothing like running up in someones wifey
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| Even though she said nothing, I still live with a guilty conscience
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| I wish I could’ve chose better people to building bond with
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| No jealousy feeling within I kill that silly nonsense
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| I wish I could replace that ego tripping with some calm sense
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| If I knew then, what I knew now, my state would never support me
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| I would’ve packed up and moved out long ago
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| Erased maybe ninety percent of them niggas in my linear notes
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| But thank my brother Pumpkinhead before it was his time to go
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| I wish I could took the fam on European tours
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| Wish I could «ctrl, alt, delete» my human being flaws
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| If I could, I would’ve fought harder to be a boss
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| Instead of that worker mentality labels reinforce
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| I would’ve done less favors and done more for me of course
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| But looking back, now I know what’s important to me, boy
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| Oh my god I’m the one and they shouldn’t win
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| Tryna play my part 'til one foot is in
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| Look at him tryna smile with a crooked grin
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| Standing there on the outside looking in
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| Oh my god I’m the one and they shouldn’t win
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| Tryna play my part 'til one foot is in
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| Look at him tryna smile with a crooked grin
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| Thinking, what it could, should and would’ve been |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song If I Could , by - Prop Dylan. Song from the album To Whom It May Concern, Pt. 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп