| It so, basic that we all want to be famous and noticed and watched
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| And we all want money and riches and want
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| We all want the finest out of life
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| From a, from the most heartless gangbanger
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| To the most ah, virtuous police officer
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| AND we’re all um, human beings
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| So we’re all susceptible to our own weaknesses
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| Temptation is a very strong weakness
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| There’s too much money in cocaine for me to be playin the broke game
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| Or at the nine to five with the no names
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| But here I be, nine to fifthin it with all of them no names
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| Tryin to figure out who I’m gon' blame
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| For where I be and where I be is nothin that I ever dreamed
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| Everything I’m turnin into was never me
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| None of this was scripted
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| Or maybe it was and I was too blind to get this
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| And maybe because I was too blind to get this
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| I threw it to the street
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| But look at me, I’m makin up excuses as we speak
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| See the reality of it is, it’s easier to be cold out then bundled in
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| And he who be on the slow route is runnin thin
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| Or so it seems and now I’m treadmillin my life on a lower speed
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| All that really matters is a profit
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| Tomorrow I handle the aftermath of how I got it
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| Fuck all of the worryin and all of the second guessin
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| I don’t got time to deal with a second question
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| Life is what you make it be and everything in life is shaped to be
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| I vow to turn it 'round and then bow gracefully
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| Not enough reasons to say no
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| And too many reasons to say yes and I ain’t pressed to say so
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| Been dealin with the same dollar and the same dream
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| Lost between Plans A and B
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| — w/ ad libs
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| And this is for what it’s worth
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| I’m just tryin to be what I can be
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| I’m just tryin to be what I can be
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| But it feels like time keeps walkin
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| Time keeps walkin, walkin away from me
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| Huh, so for what it’s worth
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| I’m just tryin to make what I can make
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| I’m just tryin to make what I can make
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| But it feels like time keeps talkin
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| Time keeps talkin and I don’t understand what it say
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| There’s too much money in heroin for me to pretend to be negligent
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| I’m ignorin it more than I ever did
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| And I can’t lie, they say all it take is time to better it
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| But my clock is lookin foreverish
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| Like why can’t I, be blessed with a more blessed set of wings
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| I see less as more or less everything
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| More or less everything that I ever wanted is all gone
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| And replaced with what I’ve been runnin from all along
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| So why even entertain the chase?
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| Why even pretend I was built to stay in this race?
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| The truth is my sweetest dream
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| Is so far from my hands that I don’t even reach
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| I’m so far from a plan that right now, anything’ll do
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| Cause if the lullabies that the corner sing is true
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| Then hit the play button and I’ll be down until it’s gone
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| All the hopes that use to be become the sounds within the songs
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| And with that said, I say «Good Morning America»
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| Say it once more just in case it wasn’t clear enough
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| «Good Morning America», this is what your dreams are made from
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| As well as what your dreams could break from
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| Ignorin all the risks, all the cops, all the enemies
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| All the nameless bullets that could be namelessly sent to me
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| All the fame from pullin it and all of the fame
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| From bein on the wrong side, which one do you claim?
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| — w/ ad libs
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| For what it’s worth
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| I’m just tryin to be what I can be
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| I’m just tryin to be what I can be
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| But it feels like time keeps walkin
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| Time keeps walkin, walkin away from me
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| Huh, so for what it’s worth
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| I’m just tryin to make what I can make
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| I’m just tryin to make what I can make
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| But it feels like time keeps talkin
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| Time keeps talkin and I don’t understand what it say
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| Turned down every offer I was given
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| Regardless of the wrath or the temp, I’m pivot
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| And I’m just tryin to keep it straight and narrow
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| But I’m seein Satan’s arrow and it’s hard not to get hit with it
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| I’m duckin low and prayin that it all pays at the finish line
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| And that I don’t have to pay for it when it’s dinner time
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| But bein honest, left never looked so right
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| And that corner never looked so bright
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| The outcome ain’t worth tryin not to be not outdone
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| Outrun what you can but where you run out from’ll
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| Always be your home base
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| Until you lookin back home with a stone face
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| All the shit that you fall for is twinge with your dreams, all gone
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| You question if your questions were all wrong
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| You seein how it changed, each side of the game
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| Cause your pink slips is they bullets, neither got a name, damn
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| For what it’s worth
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| I’m just tryin to be what I can be
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| I’m just tryin to be what I can be
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| But it feels like time keeps walkin
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| Time keeps walkin, walkin away from me
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| For what it’s worth
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| I’m just tryin to make what I can make
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| I’m just tryin to make what I can make
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| But it feels like time keeps talkin
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| Time keeps talkin and I don’t understand what it say |