| Staring off in space with a blank look on my face
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| The taste on my kisser has grown bitter from a little bit of unwanted change
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| It’s funny how time will fly then rearrange
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| It never seems to look or feel the same
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| Conceal the pain and crack jokes
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| I’m used to being the comedian. |
| You’ll see me in the spot laughing
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| But inside, that’s not happening
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| It’s cool as long as no one knows that I’m slowly crashing
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| It’s everything like something ain’t quite right
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| Stuff that used to get me hype is now boring
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| It all feels foreign pour some more in cuz I’m rolling on empty
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| On th grind, quick fill up
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| Hoping nobody can see that I’m hangin' on
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| But my arms ain’t as strong as they used to be
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| So I put on a happy face and walk in the door
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| Play the roll like I have it all under control
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| I tell myself «they don’t know» but
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| Who am I foolin'? |
| There’s only so much I can juggle
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| A new day, a new struggle
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| Are they too blind to see that I’m losing my mind?
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| Tell me, who am I foolin'? |
| Because it ain’t me
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| Are they too blind to see? |
| Laying awake alone at home
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| Sinking back ina zone where I can postpone thinking about who I’m without
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| Racking my brain and going insane
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| This life is full of shackles and pain
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| She was the one who freed me. |
| She used to need me
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| Indeed, we sure had something worth fighting for
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| I guess she got tired of the war
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| She rose the white flag and marched out the door
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| I got burned again. |
| Wondering what I met her for
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| She said a metaphor talkin' 'bout «love's a chore.»
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| Well, if it’s punishment, keep it. |
| I’m done with it
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| Whey even have a heart? |
| They’ll steal it and run with it
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| Then toss it when they’re done having their fun with it
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| Plus, if I didn’t lover her, then I could recover quick
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| But that ain’t the case. |
| I made the same mistakes
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| I’m cool on love. |
| I guess I’ve got to be a thug
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| Who am I foolin'? |
| That ain’t me
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| I can’t be no O.G. |
| I’m just an emcee
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| I guess I’m too blind to see what it takes to keep the tight ones
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| Who am I foolin'?
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| Even when you come real it’s like they’re too blind to see
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| So I’m still lonely |
| Some say that all work and no play will turn blue skies gray
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| So I pray that my soul don’t turn charcoal
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| I’m in the midst of a feud losing control
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| Choosing to go down the low road
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| Now, I’m bruised and I know how some can stop believing
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| In things unseen in the maze
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| All the while, days get shorter and nights get longer
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| Even your biggest supporters say
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| «You're wrong to keep on the path in which you learned your craft.»
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| Think I’m gon' slow up? |
| Naw, it’s time to grow up. |
| Why?
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| I’m trying to blow up. |
| Hold up!
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| Man I feel like I’m gon' throw up and fold
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| But they say it’s part of the game
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| The loss and gain, getting tossed in the rain
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| Every year it’s the same. |
| Going against the grain
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| So I guess I’m the one to blame. |
| But I’m sayin'
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| Wo am I foolin'? |
| Try and show a little muscle
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| New day. |
| I gotta hustle
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| Are they too blind to see that you need peace of mind?
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| Tell me, who am I foolin'?
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| I got skills but most are too blind to see |