| Yo, Cav, I was thinkin' 'bout
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| And, I was like
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| I could make a song where I’m talkin' about hip-hop
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| Like it was some chick that we all been with
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| Or somethin' like that
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| But, that’d be corny
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| Or, I could make a song about a chick I met last night
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| Exchanged glances with
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| And though I got her number, them digits I’ll never hit up
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| And even if I hit her, I prolly wouldn’t even wanna
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| Or, I could make a song 'bout marijuana
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| Start namin' all the weeds and how none of 'em got no seeds
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| That’d be clever
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| Or, maybe make a song about chedder
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| Or, reminiscent raps about times when things were better
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| But, whatever
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| It’s nice to have you here, so
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| I guess I’ll make a song about my mother
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| Ain’t seen her in a minute, hope she knows I really love her
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| But I ain’t tryna do another Dear Mama
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| Nor the seasons, I ain’t tryna make another Dear Summer
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| And don’t nobody mess with mommy of a Hummer or a Jeep
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| Plus that wouldn’t be becoming for this beat
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| Shit, I’d just rather go to sleep
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| Instead of sittin' up all night writin' another verse about-
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| Shit, I’d just rather go to sleep
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| Instead of sittin' up all night writin' another verse about-
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| Calm down
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| It’s all gonna be alright
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| Because, I know who it is
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| Because, I’ve seen what’s next for us
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| For humanity
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| And you want to know who showed me
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| How I know this |