| Guess I made it to another year…
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| Finally recovered
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| the time that I lost so my soul could defrost
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| adapt to the weather, I rather carry the faults
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| Made me the person that I am today
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| all the times that I snuck out and ran away
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| I was looking for escape, no Love to be found
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| but couldn’t fly 'til I left the ground
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| And as I look back, it seems so minuscule
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| little did I know, was preparing for the interview
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| now i’m well suited. |
| had to cut ties
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| with the loose ends, good disguise tho!
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| Many days we spent tryna cuff links
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| the beauty of life, is the rough things
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| are only momentary, vital to development
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| so technically, the pain’s relevant
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| If I could be president, I wouldn’t be
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| I’d throw a jacket on &peace out
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| how hood of me
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| But I got a job in mind involving rhymes
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| wanna break the hour glass, just to stall the time
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| I would write lines in class to sprawl the minds of my peers
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| with a southern drawl, yearning for years
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| to get a deal, ramen noodles for meals
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| now i’m healed with a fresh outfit, this how it feels
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| First let me pull my pants up
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| shirt on, let me see you put your hands up!
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| Stoned fools thought that I was gone lose
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| now you can kick rocks, let me lace my shoes up
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| Can’t forget about the backpack &my hat
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| Flying to the moon in my Rat Pack bow tie
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| ohhh my
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| These are my inner views
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| come &enter the view from Blew Sky
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| Cuz i’m ready for the interview
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| I been prepping for the interview
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| Sometimes, life shift changes the inner you
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| so be ready for the interview
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| Why you butting in my business?
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| one of my foster moms was a witness
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| She said, paradise promised when we leave earth
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| but you gotta pay a fee first
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| umm, I was like wait, what? |
| Nah, I ain’t chill with that
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| years later Grandma said deal with that
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| She was a christian, told me listen God got a plan
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| for you, but you gotta stop playing!
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| Buckle up, or this belt will be your best friend
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| I smile now, but when the sun sets in
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| and the moon lights my path
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| I flashback, to when I had to fight to laugh
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| this my career now, like the tag? |