| It’s quiet here
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| Yeah, I like to come here
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| It’s lonesome, you know what’s whack
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| When I’m down with the posse or at home and shit
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| And everybody be screaming and yelling and shit, it gets real lonesome
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| It be like crowded and noise and screaming
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| And suddenly it feels like I’m the only one there
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| The more people there is, the lonelier it get
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| I have this dream
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| Yeah, like what
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| Nothing, sometimes I have it, that’s all
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| Celebrating the win, celebrate what it meant
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| Do remember and celebrate it again
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| Right newly winners we celebrate where it went
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| And sewn different we celebrating the hem
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| Right you sing along you celebrating the hymn
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| Bet em to prove me wrong you’ll be celebrating they end
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| Tell em its crew first, we celebrating with kin
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| And fuck an E for effort, don’t celebrate the attempt
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| My attempt be, everything the rent be
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| Call it hand-in-hand but a hand can’t be empty
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| So I was in the basement sparring with complacency
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| And my weaving got me off when it would tempt me
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| Sofa beds and dealing with being better than all that you listen to
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| And feeling like it’s whatever as long as it get to you
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| For the nod and the doze and the open yawn
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| Shit is beyond what they hope, tell em no regards
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| Sometimes I wonder will I ever sleep the same
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| Cause I, I let these dreams keep me awake
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| Said I need more, I just need more
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| Cause I need more, said I need more
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| So I dream
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| For all the Grand Aves, all the Merrick and Lindens
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| All the Fulton streets, forever we did it
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| May we never forget it nor what it took to be it
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| And for the taking when we take it like it took repeating
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| They took to me and I took em home
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| I shouldered all of it, brave enough to look alone
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| Looking thru blinds tryna look for time, counting to hook a line
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| Tryna serve what you deserve but still cooking mine
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| Pint of Hennessy, tryna write a memory
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| Live it and forget it like tonight was like the end of me
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| Right in a basement loaded with ambition
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| Smothered by it they wanna eye it but can’t listen
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| Sleeping with the cousin of sleep and her hands vivid
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| Turn for the win but most of em can’t pivot
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| For the nod and the doze and the open yawn
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| Shit is beyond what they hope, tell em no regards
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| Sometimes I wonder will I ever sleep the same
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| Cause I, I let these dreams keep me awake
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| Said I need more, I just need more
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| Cause I need more, said I need more
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| So I dream
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| For the sleepers, and for the dreamers
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| For the awake and everything that’s between em
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| For the awake and everything they believe in
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| And when believing ain’t enough, I be up
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| I be up on the other side, where the others tried
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| For the other ride, or otherwise
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| Otherwise I’ll be sleeping here with y’all
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| But dreaming ain’t enough so if sleeping is involved
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| I’ll be up, on the other side, where the others tried
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| For the other ride, otherwise, dreaming ain’t enough, so I’ll be up |