| It starts with a picture, and it sits in your frame
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| We part with a letter and it ends in my name
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| And it starts with forever, and it ends with a touch
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| And I know that you’re clever, and I don’t ask for much
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| Maybe we forgot all the things we are, we are together
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| My name is Omar, don’t wanna say much
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| I been living inside a nightmare, wake up
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| I want to leave right now to a better home
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| Or better yet I can disappear and be left alone
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| Look at me, I was never good at speaking
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| Never good at math, I was never good at breathing
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| Never bold and I know I’m always awkward
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| A little nervous and I’m bettin' that it got worse
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| Grade 7, man I wanted to write
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| But I was living in a dream, never rockin' a mic
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| So I practiced, every single time that I walked home
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| Thinking of a rhyme in my mind that I thought dope
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| Posting it online in my free time
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| Because I design every line with a key rhyme
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| You can call me out like a bitch now
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| But my heart is on my sleeve, I’m not gonna sit down
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| No, I’m gonna sit down
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| Heart is on my sleeve and I’m not gonna sit down
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| No, I’m gonna sit down
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| Heart is on my sleeve and I’m not gonna sit down
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| It starts with a picture, and it sits in your frame
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| We part with a letter and it ends in my name
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| And it starts with forever, and it ends with a touch
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| And I know that you’re clever, and I don’t ask for much
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| Maybe we forgot all the things we are, we are together
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| My name is Omar, don’t wanna say much
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| I been living inside of a world that is made up
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| But I’ve got to say
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| That every feeling in my soul has been locked away, I’m not the same
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| I wasted every year in my high school
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| Fuck everybody else, I think about my life too
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| I get a lot of hate like I’m so wack
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| Everybody talking mad shit but they don’t rap
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| Now I’m in a block, and I can’t even think straight
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| How can I finish up a mixtape this way?
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| No joke, I can’t even write now
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| And right now I am looking for the right sound
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| And you’re not gonna see it
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| When I take off, cause I’m gone and I’m leaving
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| Who knew that a joke could rap
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| Now I’ll spit in your face and I won’t look back
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| No, I won’t look back
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| Now I’ll spit in your face and I won’t look back
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| No, I won’t look back
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| Now I’ll spit in your face and I won’t look back
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| It starts with a picture, and it sits in your frame
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| We part with a letter and it ends in my name
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| And it starts with forever, and it ends with a touch
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| And I know that you’re clever, and I don’t ask for much
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| Maybe we forgot all the things we are, we are together |