| Before you walk gotta crawl
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| Feet on the ground, dreams echo in the halls of my mind
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| Home seems the hardest to find
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| When there’s mountains in your view get adapted to the climb
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| Here’s my regards, yeah you livin' large
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| But you compromise your soul, tell me who’s really in charge, huh?
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| Streetlights will light the path I walk the righteous
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| But I still hit ‘em with the hypeness
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| Depressed thoughts had me gone for a minute
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| God told me, ‘I ain’t finished, I’ll be home in a minute'
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| Yeah, so you know I can’t stop
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| The bottom feel better when you lookin' at the top
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| North Kak on my back like vertebrae, hold the race
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| Patience at its tip, getting tired of being told to wait
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| But celebrating ‘cause I’m headed to the crib
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| A place in my mind where my dreams live
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| Yo, come and walk with me
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| Wanna look into my eyes, come and talk to me, hey
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| I lace my Nikes
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| And I’m walking home, don’t stop, I’m almost there
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| Hey, come and walk with me
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| Wanna look into my eyes, come and talk to me, hey
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| I lace my Nikes
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| And I’m walking home, don’t stop, I’m almost there
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| I wrote this on the bus after tour
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| Dude farted behind me smelling impure
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| But that’s what you endure when you’re still on the grind
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| Throw my ATs on, I’ll get there in due time
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| Fine, but got a feeling that I’m close
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| Don’t take but a wack song for bread, I prefer the toast
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| Going coast to coast, showing youth they can make it
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| Behind closed doors, this world will strip you naked
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| It will, but write your name on a cloud
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| Win a Oscar, bet that’ll make your family proud
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| Ay, a penny for your thoughts, keep your two cents
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| We don’t want no sticky situations, they a nuisance
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| My blueprint’s hard to create more free thinkers
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| And less hype beasts, I don’t think they like me
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| My white tee got clouds on it, I condone it
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| No shortcuts like a Caesar or the pizza for a moment
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| Yo, come and walk with me
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| Wanna look into my eyes, come and talk to me, hey
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| I lace my Nikes
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| And I’m walking home, don’t stop, I’m almost there
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| Hey, come and walk with me
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| Wanna look into my eyes, come and talk to me, hey
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| I lace my Nikes
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| And I’m walking home, don’t stop, I’m almost there |