| You can take whatever you care
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| My friends, all the fam, the food out my hand
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| You can take my mind
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| But you’ll never take my hopes and my dreams away
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| Hey, dwelling in the night, man, it ain’t fair
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| No it ain’t fair
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| Lord, it ain’t fair
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| Losing ones that you care about
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| In heaven, I’m just hoping that I see you there
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| Yeah
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| It’s like a long path ahead
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| I travel alone
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| I walked even though I could have flown instead
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| ‘cause you learn from the journey
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| The power you gave from past battles come in handy ‘cause we learn from pain
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| See I ain’t worried ‘bout the fame yo I’d rather be a hero
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| Considering the fact I was labeled a zero
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| From holes that I dug in the past had to get away
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| And now they say I’m just a hit away
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| But I’m just
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| Living like Kirby
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| Floating on by in this dreamland
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| Tryna get by with a clean hand
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| Looking for a reason to smile in this mean land
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| Yeah
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| Living like Kirby
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| Floating on by in this dreamland
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| Tryna get by with a clean hand
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| Looking for a reason to smile in this mean land
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Yo minutes turn to hours and the nights into weeks
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| That’s how my spent on dreams, eyes close never sleep
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| Accumulate clouds underneath my feet
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| Two fingers up, gotta state my piece
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| Freedom of the speech, represent my peeps
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| Close I’m making it
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| Opportunities there we taking it
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| Represent the dreamers I ain’t faking it
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| No mistaking it, all these other rappers suck
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| Inhaling each other then spitting out the same stuff
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| I learned that individuality’s the key
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| Don’t change who you are for notoriety
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| Or society, be yourself
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| You ain’t gotta follow them
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| Let ‘em judge ‘cause they wasn’t with you shooting in the gym
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| Make the most out of good and the bad times
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| We kept faith even down to our last dime
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| I know we gonna get it one day
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| Granny used to tell me, «son, it’ll come someday»
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| Yeah, so I’m
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| Living like Kirby
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| Floating on by in this dreamland
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| Tryna get by with a clean hand
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| Looking for a reason to smile in this mean land
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| Yeah
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| Living like Kirby
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| Floating on by in this dreamland
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| Tryna get by with a clean hand
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| Looking for a reason to smile in this mean land
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| Yeah, yeah |