| Well.
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| Even in that deep misery
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| I felt my energy revive
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| And I said to myself
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| In spite of everything
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| I shall rise again
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| I will take up my pencil
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| Which I have forsaken in great discouragement
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| And I will go on with my writing
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| From that moment
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| Everything has seemed transformed to me
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| Fuck all your noise
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| Fuck all your noise
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| Imma scream louder than all of them boys
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| Can you believe it?
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| Of course you didn’t
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| Imma take vacations only when I’ll be gone
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| That is my choice
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| I love my choices
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| I’m hella sick but I still got my voice
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| Cruel summer in the vision
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| So I’m making songs trying to bring back the shade of my force
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| Fuck all your coins
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| Talk all you want
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| If you got no strategy
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| We gon' move on
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| Give me strength for the next months of my life
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| I got too many ideas
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| Not enough time
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| Not enough space but inside of my mind
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| ‘Bout to hire my b for the customer line
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| I made 10K this week
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| I gave my momma 9
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| But the money won’t ever stop me from the grind
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| I feel it coming I won’t get no grace
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| I feel it coming I won’t ask for help
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| This summer’s already has a taste from Hell
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| Will I ever be the same
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| Oh baba, gotta be a man
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| Fuck all your friends
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| Fuck all of them
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| Don’t induce me in the trap for the fame
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| I’m lacking energy
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| You see my face
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| Don’t invite no more
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| I don’t pop the champagne
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| Fuck all your clubs
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| And the doormen
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| I don’t do showcases
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| If you do, you’re lame
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| Oh you’re doing it ‘cause you had an advance
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| From a shitty label, now you need to repay
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| I’m talking to myself
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| That the only advice
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| I keep on losing weight
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| But it is worth the price
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| As long as you got hands, motherfucker you’ll write
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| I admit, I might have done too much sacrifices
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| But now they’re fucking with the name
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| Not everybody will like you anyway
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| Nah
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| Lot of bodies in my case
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| Got them in my pockets
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| Haters advertising me
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| I feel it coming I won’t get no grace
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| I feel it coming I won’t ask for help
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| This summer’s already has a taste from Hell
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| Will I ever be the same
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| Oh mama, gotta be a man
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| Now you can raise your hands
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| Give me powers for the run
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| Closer to the end
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| Will I touch the finish line?
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| Will you see what was hidden at the bottom of my mind. |