| Here’s to the cold night and the bold sunlight of the morning
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| Where the corners are clear
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| Where the fear sets in
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| When the crack bird sings
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| And everything is so backward
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| Dreams, once so cherished and nourished
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| In hopes they would one day flourish
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| Or gone like a young man’s courage
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| As time goes on with no consideration
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| Knows he can rip rounds, says «I'mma get mine»
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| A pipe dream, paps never encouraged
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| Too broke, too drunk, too jealous
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| Let the truth tell it, this boy made him nervous
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| Young buck down on his tough luck now
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| Hesitating with an alternate purpose
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| Can’t quit though, sellin purple, providing a service
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| Pocket full of money no longer feelin worthless
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| Got a big shipment, bought some equipment
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| Spit with a passion, son this is intense
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| With criminal intent, spoke of the night life in the bright lights
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| The money, the honeys, the dro, and the white
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| A buncha other things, that is homeboys life
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| The cars and the bars
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| The game and the pain
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| And what it takes to make a name they say…
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| Love synthetic
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| So poetic
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| Hard to turn around…
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| Heart’s on fire
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| Nightlife, Liars
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| Never coming down…
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| So he took it to the local radio disk jock
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| Took a listen, it’s hot so he reached in his pocket
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| Exposing a big knot, and told him
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| «I got plenty paper for the prime time spot»
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| Love Synthetic went straight to the top
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| On the countown, kids bumped it around town
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| Gave a copy to his paps like what now
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| But he laughed like who you supposed to be?
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| Set it over there, might need a coaster
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| So, he dipped and hopped in a whip with a tear in his eye
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| Turned the bass up high, lit a spliff up
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| Feelin those emotions that make you want to give up
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| Back to the studio packed full of broads and cats with the sacks
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| He’s sold on a hard ass track that his man on the porch tapped out
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| Jumped in the booth and the truth came out
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| Waitin on a mix, homeboy got a text
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| Next thing you know he’s headed out west on a jet
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| So free, different labels could try to out flex each other
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| With a checkbook, and all the other textbook mess them Hollywood folks do
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| So, you feel that the next big thing, big necklace, big rings, big dreams
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| Love synthetic
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| So poetic
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| Hard to turn around…
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| Heart’s on fire
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| Nightlife, Liars
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| Never coming down…
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| So they wined him and dined him and picked his mind
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| Told him he was one of a kind and he signed on the line
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| Over wine that they dined in the fine restaraunt of the 5 star kind
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| Next thing you know shacked up with this guy part time
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| Opened up for a big name, macked for a time
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| Then the big fame came and the kid headlined
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| Took him to places the past would never find
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| But the spotlight shined so bright, it would blind your judgement
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| Next thing came the booze and the lines
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| Missed a lot of gigs, paid some big fines
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| Trying to see how high he could climb
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| Dropped a second single, it flopped
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| Then album sales took a big nose dive
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| Couldn’t get the people at the label on the line
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| The whole world stopped and crashed to the ground
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| In a cheap motel with nobody around
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| All alone, got a phone call from his hometown
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| They said that his paps was found in the house
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| Dead with a bottle of gin by the bed
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| So he jumped in the ride and cried as he drove
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| Drinkin on a fifth, didn’t know where to go
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| Lit a cigarette, turned on the radio
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| And the song that was playin on the stereo goes…
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| Love synthetic
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| So poetic
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| Hard to turn around…
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| Heart’s on fire
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| Nightlife, Liars
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| Never coming down… |