| Hello everybody
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| My name is Blueprint
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| Welcome to my life
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| On the turntables we have
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| RJD2 supplying the sounds
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| Glad you could make it
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| Just think, what if you can just
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| Just blink yourself away
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| Just think, what if you can just
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| Just blink yourself away
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| Just blink and the night, turns to day
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| Just blink and the pain fades away
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| Just think, what if you can just
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| Just blink yourself away
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| The perennial paradox is life livin in a box
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| Physical limited but the clock tick is infinite
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| Consistantly heard, so I’m imagining dawn
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| Without the choir like collage and step my learns
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| Started studyin rainbows for drinkin all day
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| When my vision blurs, when it occurs
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| I’ll be broke is all, get up, envision infers
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| Another fly fashion crafted without the loss of a single life
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| See I’m soulfully singing this slightly engaged
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| Over-worked, under-paid
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| 20 K student loan with no government aid
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| Face to face with life wanting to run away
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| This insurmountable debt that looms
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| He’s got Goliath tryin to hide inside the shade of a mushroom
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| I’m just another inmate, with a paper plate
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| Politickin in a poverty stricken prison
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| Not clean where we, consume gloom
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| Usin the 6 o’clock news as a spoon
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| Then wash it down with a tall glass of misery
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| But in slight of that I learned to fire back with energy
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| And if I told you every move I made
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| Was over hot coals, you probably wouldn’t wanna mimic me
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| You’re too scared to risk injury
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| While I walk confidently, face-first in the imagery
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| That might not sit well if painted in pastels
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| With flowers on the packaging just to make it sell
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| Even though I know it’s prettier in pink
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| I’d rather splash some other colors to make you think
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| Just think, just think
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| Just think, just think, just think
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| I was born to fight against time and punch hard until my arms tire
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| Prayin for the day that I retire
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| With a smile greeted by God he’s throwin in the white towel
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| While competitors growl at my lack of hunger
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| I didn’t fight it when I felt myself goin under
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| I was too bitter to remember what might’ve changed my mind
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| You see I’d rather be blind
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| Standin with my eyes covered by the hands of time
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| Livin life in the paradise of pasttimes
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| Where rainy days are chased away by the sunshine
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| But instead, the blackest clouds
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| Constantly follow me overhead with no intermission
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| They’re raining nightmares
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| Makin it impossible to act like they’re not there
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| So with each downpour I see my sanity
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| Take another step towards the front door
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| A little bit closer to leavin me than the time before
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| Life is a bitch and days are child support
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| And that makes my dreams
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| Children that I really can’t afford to abort
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| Left to sort through the chaos
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| The cluttered mess that covers the desk of my day job
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| Invites me to come into the office on my day off
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| With no guarantees that bein dedicated pays off
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| I guess it’s all about who you know
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| And since I won’t make brown-nose it’s business as usual
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| I’ve gotta get used to this
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| Glass ceiling that sits just above my cubicle
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| Ha ha, just blink yourself away
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| Just blink yourself away
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| Just, blink yourself away
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| Blind your, self away
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| Just blink |