| Kids ain’t all bad, ain’t no fallback
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| We heard all them sing
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| Pain don’t fall back, leave don’t call back
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| We’ve seen all these things
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| Where’s your heart at, darkened, all black
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| Ain’t no fallback dream
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| Must be why God made me lyrical
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| This music deeper than spiritual
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| This the hello, how you feelin flow
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| This I want it, I could get it though
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| This an update, this an interview
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| These the words when they was meant for you
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| This the spark that I could give to you
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| Lyrically, but you could feel it though
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| This an update, this an interview
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| Nothing short but of a miracle, ugh
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| I had to show 'em that I’m not lil' bro
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| I can’t vote for no future that’s frivolous
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| My shoulders got broader, my music got smarter
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| I work like this shit is a privilege
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| Damn they’re still facing imprisonment
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| All of this work in my catalog fidgeting
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| I took a break like it’s bad on my ligaments
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| Two months in Cali then back at my residence
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| Listen, when God sends his messages
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| I made a masterpiece, I’m from America
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| There ain’t no miracles, that shit hysterical
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| I’ve seen some things you would think was unbearable
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| Niacin, Niacin, Niacin
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| Said I’d stop smoking, I just keep on buying it
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| Know how it feels to be stuck in environments
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| Know how it feels not to reach the requirements
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| I been so foolish since third grade
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| Hummingbirds stuck in a bird cage
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| Cigarettes, cigarettes, cigarettes
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| Losin' my voice at a slow pace
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| Marlboro Reds on my worst days
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| Only sober on my birthdays
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| 20 tryna make a earthquake
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| Just put down a lease on my first place
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| Still at home like at third base
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| I ain’t even got a work space
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| Workin' where we trap and serve at
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| Surveillance on me, I could merch it
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| More than God starin' from the surface
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| More than demons, goblins, and these serpents
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| In my conscience tryna make me nervous
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| It’s my karma comin' for my verses
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| More better blues till I’m worthless
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| 'Till my teeth gone, I’ma sleep wrong
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| I’ma keep knowing I got a purpose
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| If I’m sleeped on, I’mma keep on
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| 'Till my arms break from the jerkin'
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| I’ma sing songs like it’s Easter morn'
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| And you need something from this sermon
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| 'Fore you breakdown, and you’re face down
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| I’mma make songs for your worship
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| I’ll be long lost, 'fore the songs off
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| That’s a small cost for a purpose
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| When we all lost, when we all fall
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| Some will look at Jesus to observe him
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| He’s comin', he’s comin', I heard him
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| I heard him
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| Kids ain’t all bad, ain’t no fallback
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| We heard all them sing
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| Pain don’t fall back, leave don’t call back
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| We’ve seen all these things
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| Where’s your heart at, darkened, all black
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| Ain’t no fallback dream |