| Feels like my birthday today, and those are the worst days
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| If it’s a race for the end, then why come in first place?
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| I’ve seen a fork in the road, I chose the third way
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| I’ll suckie duckie quack quack, sun shading dark rays
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| Life hand me cherries on top, cool whip and ice cream
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| Q you can’t keep it together, you don’t like nice things?
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| What are you here for?
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| Why you ain’t here more, man?
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| I’m always down for a ride, I need to steer more
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| Say what you want, genius savants
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| Another when to the when, like leafs in the park
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| To share a clause at the brain and pits at the heart
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| Less shame
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| Tip to the shadows, like thieves in the dark
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| Deport
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| And I’m weak
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| Shit been on my mind all week
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| All month, All year
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| All year?
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| Aw yeah, shit
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| Find me a purpose for now, learn the reasons for then
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| Might make a plan for the next, might let the world spin
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| Same old hip hop, forget me nots
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| Props to Biggie and Pac, the call and response, hold up
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| This is my moment for silence this here’s a celebration
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| I need a place I can write in and rent some room for patience
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| I can’t just be fucked up, this has to be The Matrix
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| They say «boy, you got a gift,» I say «well, here, you take it»
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| Feels like my birthday today, and those are the worst days
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| If it’s a race for the end, then why come in first place?
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| I’ve seen a fork in the road, I chose the third way
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| I’ll suckie duckie quack quack, sun shading dark rays
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| Shit been on my mind all week
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| And I’m weak, and I’m weak |