| I got this style
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| You feel that soul
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| But still you play
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| The radio
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| I changed my name
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| Two years ago
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| Left that old sound
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| Forward I go
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| I like it loud
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| You like it low
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| Drown you in bass
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| Titanic flow
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| Everybody hit that schmoney
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| 'Bout a week ago
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| Yeah I know that’s not my style
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| But I still play it though
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| Tell me something tell me something that I want to hear
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| All that criticism in my head goes out my ears
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| The right resolve is never given me to grab a hold
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| Despite it all, think I should let it go
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| So don’t change
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| He says don’t stray, stay your own
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| They said follow where we go
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| These days kings race for dead thrones
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| Their tall tales boost their egos
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| Lately I sit back with a view
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| Take all this time to think anew
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| Ways to express what’s gone unsung
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| Translate them to my native tongue
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| They’ve got ideas
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| We’ve got ours too
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| The ways to dress
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| What not to do
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| As this has grown
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| More hands reach out
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| They pull my strings
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| Play off my parts
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| I’m paranoid but I’m trippin'
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| We ten feet from slippin'
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| Mixtape days we missin'
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| But I know these songs will play
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| I’m senseless but I’m focused
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| You fell asleep when I wrote this
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| We so dope, don’t cope this
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| Yeah I know these songs will stay
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| Tell me something tell me something that I want to hear
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| All that criticism in my head goes out my ears
|
| The right resolve is never given me to grab a hold
|
| Despite it all think I should let it go
|
| So don’t change
|
| He says don’t stray, stay your own
|
| They said follow where we go
|
| These days kings race for dead thrones
|
| Their tall tales boost their egos
|
| Lately I sit back with a view
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| Take all this time to think anew
|
| Ways to express what’s gone unsung
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| Translate them to my native tongue |