| Sometimes I phase out when I look at the screen
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| And I think about my chance for me to intervene
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| And its up to me to bring back the hopeful
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| feeling in the music that you can quote
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| not saying that I hate it
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| 'cause yeah, I kinda dig it
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| But what good is an ear if a Q-Tip isn’t in it
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| So this year get in
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| and inform your friend
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| your boy from the hood
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| is on that shit again
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| he’s upped the degrees
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| and dropped the mercury
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| to splash on the mass
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| from low to upperclass
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| and when the record spins
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| it sometimes blows a wind
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| a fickleness of fans
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| they sometimes hate again
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| they always bring up Tribe by me
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| could not survive, I mean
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| this is my mans, I mean
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| this is my fams
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| and here’s somethin' new
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| it’s front row for you
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| so don’t misconstrue
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| its tribal and true
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| my dudes who hustle hard
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| will stop your repetoire
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| as long as you can see
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| its you who’s stayin' free
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| 'cause life is filled with 'cerns
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| keep pills and little burns
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| and shit, I’m fuckin' up I mean
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| I’m trippin' out
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| but still there is a void
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| and people get annoyed
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| let’s focus on the feel
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| before we get a deal
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| c’mon
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| (Chorus)
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| Figuring life can’t be a thing
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| the wilderness is wild to me
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| but you’re not alone I see we’re just the same
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| figuring out where we should be
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| Figuring life can’t be a thing
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| the wilderness is wild to me
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| but you’re not alone I see we’re just the same
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| (verse II)
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| Moving while we can
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| to put back on the street
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| let’s take care of ours
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| and ensure we eat
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| and opening in
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| they critize the boys
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| without enmity
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| they lose all the noise
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| they can’t keep us down
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| we’re dominant and brown
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| and those of other shades
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| they join our parade
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| but wait, there’s rain ahead
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| like Brit and Kevin Fed
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| and magazine debris
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| its shit you gotta see
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| I’m no diff’rent to you
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| I goes through it too
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| I thumbs through the page
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| I don’t come of age
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| I’m not a deity
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| I’m far from perfect see
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| I roll a tumbleweed
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| this’s just a humble seed
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| that i present to you
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| its just a mr. |
| groove
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| with words of harmony
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| and soon a melody
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| that speaks to where we are
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| the door of hopes ajar
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| and soon we walkin' in
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| uplifted just to say
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| c’mon
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| Chorus 2x |