| Yeah
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| On vacation
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| Yo Boog, I figured this shit out yo
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| Ok, I’m chillin' reading Deepak
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| Listen to my beats knock
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| Picking up where the legends left off, like I’m 3Pac
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| Scrollin' through my contacts tryna' find Jesus
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| Blue skies and Cognac, paintin' Mona Lisa’s
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| While tryna' fight amnesia
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| No structure to my routine, just rubbers
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| New queen, no lover
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| Blue dream and Lucy in the sky
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| That was summer of my college days
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| I got to say, I miss you
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| But now I’m doing shows in some of the schools I couldn’t get into
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| As I flip through, these pages in a book of
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| My life, roll some kush up
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| I might never look up
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| These lights got me shook up
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| Tonight time to cook up
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| Will dope get ya' hook up
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| What’s hope without good luck
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| I need that, didn’t I agree that
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| If you don’t give it up, imma' put the ski mask on
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| And come up to yo' do' with that what up, what up
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| Come up to yo' do' with that what up, what up
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| Didn’t I treat you right, now?
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| (Didn't I?)
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| Didn’t I do the best I could?
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| (Didn't I?)
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| Didn’t I give you everything?
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| (Didn't I?)
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| I tried my best just to be a man
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| (Didn't I?)
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| Right now I got two friends, Miles Davis and Jack Daniels
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| Tryna' put my life together, without any manuals
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| Listenin' to these rain drops, without ever really tryin'
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| It’s part of what I know, what I know is I’m survivin'
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| So let me hear that saxophone
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| Embarrassed to ever rap at home
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| Afraid my parents gonna hear me so
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| I go outside and pack a bowl
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| Let me drown my worries, in a cup that’s made of promise
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| I used to have a light bulb, but now I’m feelin' Amish
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| And I used to be in college but the shoes never fit me
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| So now I’m making beats from my class in the city
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| You ain’t fuckin' with me, excuse me while I compensate
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| Over what I need to, yeah sometimes I over complicate
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| Like simple things in life, so much it’s hard to concentrate
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| Like I ain’t I got the juice
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| But I know, I know I do
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| I’m trippin' off nostalgia and my future got me loose
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| Yeah, I’m trippin' off my stature and my future got me loose
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| Didn’t I treat you right, now?
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| (Didn't I?)
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| Didn’t I do the best I could?
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| (Didn't I?)
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| Didn’t I give you everything?
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| (Didn't I?)
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| I tried my best just to be a man
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| (Didn't I?)
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| Ok, I’m sippin' on that fuck you, rollin' up that might as well
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| I said I’m sippin' on that fuck you, rollin' up that might as well
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| And I put my life behind the bars, like I died in jail
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| And I put my life behind the bars, like I died in jail
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| Didn’t I treat you right, now?
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| (Didn't I?)
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| Didn’t I do the best I could?
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| (Didn't I?)
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| Didn’t I give you everything?
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| (Didn't I?)
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| I tried my best just to be a man
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| (Didn't I?) |