| Ain’t I just a stone tryna roll on
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| Tryna hold on
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| As I lay me down
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| Tryna hold on
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| Ain’t I just a stone tryna roll on
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| Up and down these peaks tryna hold on
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| And I lay me down
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| Hold on
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| And for the record I did not protect, I left earth
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| You probably would have done that better
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| I could not hold it all together
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| Neglected all these vectors
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| Let the pixels blow apart the box like Saturn missiles
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| Everything everywhere
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| I swear I couldn’t care more
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| Daydreaming about some airport
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| On some anywhere but here
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| On some any time to take me from
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| I’m in the quiet, so silent you can hear it thump
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| And it creeps in quick
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| A grip I cannot slip
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| Down in the dregs
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| You might compromise, but don’t ever let 'em see you beg
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| A couple years just blanked by
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| For really missed the bus
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| I was underneath the wheel
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| I got fucking crushed
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| I feel dumb, I feel sentimental, that makes me feel weak
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| Used to feeling so solid rolling up and down these peaks
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| Never quit like my theme song, but this beat down just keeps on
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| Makes me want to fold up
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| And turn the screen on but I roll on
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| Ain’t I just a stone tryna roll on
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| Tryna hold on
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| As I lay me down
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| Tryna hold on
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| Ain’t I just a stone tryna roll on
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| Up and down these peaks tryna hold on
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| And I lay me down
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| Hold on
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| I don’t cry, I don’t whine, I don’t flinch
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| I just take that shit
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| I get it, got it, when I left your bed and cleaned out your closet
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| Had it, lost it
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| Got it back hostage
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| It’s kind of it, but it’s not it
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| My love is different than I thought
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| I thought that strength would be my fix
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| I had to give up my control
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| I had to learn how to submit
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| I’ve got no quit in me, no piece of me, no bit of me at all
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| So picture me yelling, screaming, beating on this brick wall
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| I’m not mad boy, I stay rad
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| I don’t do sad boy
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| I search and I find joy
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| I smirks and I destroys
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| I pair with every color in the palette
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| Kafka automatic
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| The way I transform the malice to a full-fledged badass motherfucker
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| Chugging down the rails
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| My life like a skate tape
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| 'Greatest bails'
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| Once you get the first good deep scrape no longer afraid to fail
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| Face first
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| Stumbles ain’t no trouble, bumpy knuckles wrangle love
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| Learn to let it go when it goes wrong
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| Big downs, big ups
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| And so on and so on
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| Ain’t I just a stone tryna roll on
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| Tryna hold on
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| As I lay me down
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| Tryna hold on
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| Ain’t I just a stone tryna roll on
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| Up and down these peaks tryna hold on
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| And I lay me down
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| Hold on |