| You won’t know a person’s life
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| Unless you living it/
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| Everybody thinks the grass
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| Is greener in a tenement/
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| Where all their lives problems
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| Are nonexistent, gone/
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| Like all the stress that you’re trying to rear
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| Won’t spawn inside a different package/
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| That’s just facade
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| 'cause when you open it/
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| The all-so-familiar feeling
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| Of angst starts to close you in/
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| The elephant in your life
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| Should get handle quicker/
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| 'Cause if you ignore it
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| That shit’ll just come back bigger/
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| People search for happiness
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| In many different places/
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| Pussy, money
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| Weed, stages/
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| But for some god forsaken reason
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| The men living our dream lives/
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| Never seem to be very happy
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| And we can’t see why/
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| So we say «Why they complain?
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| Their life is perfect!"/
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| But you won’t know the depth
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| If you only touch the surface/
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| The darkness inside us
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| Is the only path to enlightenment/
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| Happiness comes from within, dawg
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| Not your environment/
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| Living life
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| Like we all should/
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| Made it through the bad times
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| So it’s all good/
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| Living life
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| Like we all could/
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| Spreading love where I touch
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| So it’s all good/
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| Shit, I think I’m
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| Guilty of the fact/
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| Hot a girl so fucking bad
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| All of Vegas trying to smash/
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| Yet my ass is on the 'gram
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| Tapping snaps of other bitches/
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| Leaving comments on their pictures
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| Hitting on them like these other thirsty niggas/
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| Even though I’d be
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| Tripping if she did it/
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| Caught me slipping, now I’m simping
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| 'Cause she questions my commitment/
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| And, yeah, she’s made decisions
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| She knew were pretty retarded/
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| But I still can’t play the victim
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| 'Cause I forgave her for all of it/
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| Trying to face the darkness
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| Is harder than you’d expect/
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| But until you make the effort
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| You’ll be living in regret/
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| Can’t blame nobody else but you
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| For what you’ve done or said/
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| And the second you accept it
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| You’ll gain the key to success/
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| 'Cause you control your universe
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| Can’t noone tell me otherwise/
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| Especially not a nigga
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| Working a nine-to-five/
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| Stay on the grind, but be grateful
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| For what you’ve got/
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| 'Cause your focus predisposes you
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| To fruits you’ll later crop/ |