| Tonight is long enough for us to dream twice
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| But I ain't catching no Z's, sing while I swing dice
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| There is a bet in every minute
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| This is what I sound like winning...
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| This is the Road between me and myself
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| Driving blindfolded down the highway of my hell
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| Standing on my own two, and I know my shit stank
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| Part of me everywhere, everywhere the kid paints
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| Hear me like a mural that be calling out your nickname
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| Never had no reason, like we grown in the first place
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| Even though I'm still blind, I can just feel mine
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| The ladder gone grow and I'm tired, but I still climb
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| Poet and a prisoner, watch us both feel time
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| Hear the hollow in my headphones wake me up
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| Start the search for mine, and a sky that will pick me up
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| My name's Fire, I am a friend of Dust
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| I am tying all the ends that touch
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| Now get down with it
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| You and I are same, but I belong here
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| Sense's turn to sleep, now I'm lost in the chair
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| And I don't want to search, I just want to find
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| And I don't want to work, I should've chose the life of crime
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| Villain on his own grind, living in a goldmine
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| Damn, this a good world, studio is all mine
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| Now, I see where I sit is the throne
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| From the shit from up which we've grown
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| I am built for the worth we're owed
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| To the dirt where the earthly go
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| Ain't no earthly soul
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| Now, I see where I sit is the throne
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| From the shit from up which we've grown
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| I am built for the worth we're owed
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| To the dirt where the earthly go
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| Ain't no earthly soul
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| Or maybe I'm tripping, I don't really know
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| Maybe I'm slipping, blood up in my bones
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| The marrow of my mission, not bundles of dough
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| But breaking out of prison, this prison of my own
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| This is the Road between me and myself
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| Streets indigo with a glow that will make your eyes melt |