| Yah Beautiful
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| Dangerous season the fall of youth
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| Souls wither like gold diggers, we follow suit
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| The booth is starting to feel small
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| I should feel appalled
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| Instead i feel it all and can’t call it
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| My heroes have the heart to lose the life I wanna live
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| In the end I’m hoping that i take less than I give
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| We go through stages, I ain’t talkin' bout gigs
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| And I ain’t talkin bout famous when I talk about big
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| Pathetic poetics, connect my life to my words
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| Some cause play-back pain right to the nerves
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| For me it’s hard to hear, that youre hard to hear
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| Didn’t believe I was deaf till some check started clearin
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| Now thats a different kind of clarity
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| And love for your brother
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| That’s a different kind of charity
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| Ya I rap fearlessly
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| But i act carelessly
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| When i’m busy on my grizzly
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| I’m a quarter bi-polar bear
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| With me, the rarest breed
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| Naw I’m just a parakeet
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| I talk what I hear
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| I do as they do
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| And I hate what I fear you see
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| A simple animal, sin is sincerity
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| But when I get carried away
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| You carry me TSOL |