| I’ve got sunshine in my pocket, I’m just right here in my zone
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| I’ve got Sade in my tape deck, I’m just movin' right along
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| All these haters really love me, they just pretend that they don’t
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| Cause I’ve got sunshine in my pocket, I’m just right here in my zone
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| In my zone
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| Zo-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh, oh
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| In my zone, zo-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh, oh
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| In my zone, zo-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh, oh
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| When I’m in my, when I’m in my
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| Zo-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh, oh — in my zone
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| In my old school bumpin' that «Kiss of Life» beneath the city lights
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| Caught up in the moment, getting misty eyed
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| Bout to give my past life a long kiss goodnight
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| This dream difficult for me to visualize
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| And now it’s real and they say the limit is the sky
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| But my feet set on solid ground, no more stalling now
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| On the road to get it cause, when it rained, it poured
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| But now the storms finally calming down
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| Up in my cutlass driving, the sun is shining
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| My Strange piece studded with a ton of diamonds
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| I ain’t got a bunch of money on a constant grind
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| Still it beats being blunted with my stomach growlin'
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| In the darkest alley, got the heart to fight
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| I see the stars are bright, they screaming Jonny Valiant
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| Rappers wanna bite me, they crocodiling
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| I be up in Neiman Marcus smiling
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| Try to walk a mile inside my J’s, playing make believe
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| You can say that you played in the major league
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| Wear my heart on my sleeve on the stage and leave
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| I feel wet from the sweat on my Famous tee
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| I’m never scared, fuck shaking like a maple leaf
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| Cause what awaits for me is unknown
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| So I lit up my J, filled my cid-up with straight
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| Crown Royal, now I’m in my zone
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| I’ve got sunshine in my pocket, I’m just right here in my zone
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| I’ve got Sade in my tape deck, I’m just movin' right along
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| All these haters really love me, they just pretend that they don’t
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| Cause I’ve got sunshine in my pocket, I’m just right here in my zone
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| In my zone
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| This ain’t no ordinary love
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| I was sick of being poor and said «enough»
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| Right up 85 North and there I was
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| Working, breaking down doors and barriers
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| Still representing Georgia, I’m feeling the support
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| Spread the word cause the more, the merrier
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| Nobody blowing out the torch I carry
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| I ignore them every time they point and stare and judge
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| All because I got Jordans on, I got a gorgeous blonde
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| And my jewelry blinds, I got stupid style
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| Getting' paid doing music now, I’m putting' huge amounts
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| Inside a few accounts, I got a crew that’s down
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| In case you wanna come and duke it out
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| If I was you, I’d throw the deuce and bounce
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| And we just blew an ounce
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| My hotel room looking like a hookah lounge
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| I’m blowing up like a bazooka round
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| I got booed and bowed but stayed positive
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| Even when I didn’t have a pot to piss in
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| I was sitting on a bottle steady plotting this
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| And I’ll be fine dining at The Optimist
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| I got the black sea bass and the lobster bisque
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| And took a shot of whiskey to the dome
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| Made a toast to the homies that are gone
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| Two for the fans and the love they shown, I’m in my… zone
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| I’ve got sunshine in my pocket, I’m just right here in my zone
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| I’ve got Sade in my tape deck, I’m just movin' right along
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| All these haters really love me, they just pretend that they don’t
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| Cause I’ve got sunshine in my pocket, I’m just right here in my zone
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| In my zone
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| My calendar at this caliber’s for the life of a bachelor
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| I’m burning through cannabis canister after canister
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| Um, so many cameras, they flashing, I never glance at 'em
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| Lost inside of a landfill of thoughts while watching this dancer
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| I’m wondering to myself if she’s got some booty enhancer
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| Either way, I feel the deep inclination of putting my hands on her
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| I’m a modern day Galileo who lives in Atlanta
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| The capital of the ratchets, aristocrats and traffickers
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| A practitioner, practice until I master it
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| Passionate 'bout my adjectives, syllables so elaborate
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| Anything less to describe me is just inaccurate
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| You’re a student of classes in which I am a graduate
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| Immaculate vernacular, Batmobile look like Dracula
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| Giving these boys the blues while telling these hoes to saddle up
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| You catching feelings, I think you squarer than Madison, I’m-
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| I’m in my zone, ain’t no way I’ll ever snap out of it
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| I’ve got sunshine in my pocket, I’m just right here in my zone
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| I’ve got Sade in my tape deck, I’m just movin' right along
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| All these haters really love me, they just pretend that they don’t
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| Cause I’ve got sunshine in my pocket, I’m just right here in my zone
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| In my zone
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| Zo-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, in my zone
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| Zo-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, in my zone |