| All they see are stars in the sky
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| Couldn’t figure out how, never understand why
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| Me, myself, I’ll lift you high
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| Let me hear you shout now, tell 'em what it’s bout child
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| All some know is what they say
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| Never think for themselves, who is going to lend help?
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| We will be to ease the strain
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| This is my brain on beats, please peep and gain
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| Cause that’s the name of the game
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| What you gonna do when reality comes knocking?
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| When things get too serious to just stick your cock in
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| Any warm hole, you wanna shoot for that goal
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| Stabilize your name and purify your soul
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| When you’re to try and hold your own like a man
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| And sleeping on your friend’s couch is no longer the plan
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| You finally realise than everything you try
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| Isn’t always gonna work out, for ya
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| People will ignore ya if you don’t make sense
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| You don’t make sense if you live past tense
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| Talking bout back when you used to have a heyday
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| But couldn’t do what you did then today
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| I bet you didn’t say what them gonna do now
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| I bet the most talk translates to least style
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| Conflicting situations, so pick and get to waiting
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| Forget the shit is vacant, new and greater things pop
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| I hate to think stop when my mind says grow
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| Like I hate to see cops when the sign says slow
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| But anyway, oh, back to the topic
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| Got incentive in my pocket and I practice tryna profit
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| So, I can know that my power stays on
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| And if I need to use insurance, my eggs will be gone
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| Respond responsibly, better myself constantly
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| Should I try and do, to set a cool example for you?
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| Now what the hell I look like not knowing how to cook right?
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| Being late to everything and never reading books, might
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| Call me hypocrite because my lips can spit truth
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| But living up is hard when you’re young but not a youth
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| Gotta be well respected, cool and down to earth
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| Try and get accepted on the turf and up at work
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| Fucking jerks wanna push ya, but you can’t fight
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| Cause then they’ll want to shoot you dead, and that ain’t tight
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| Had your sights set upon a brand new apartment
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| But at first, last, deposit, that’s hard shit
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| And only if your credit is good, could you bet that it would
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| Be available to you, you’re sailing to a new, zone
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| Of needing to know how to speak on the phone
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| Proper, oper-ating
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| Effective, that’s the objective
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| Should’ve taken that elective home back in high school
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| Cause when you try to come tight, you’ll probably fuck up the first few times
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| Mess up them first few lines
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| You speak tryna sound grown
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| I can’t come weak, I’m from the town known to put it down
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| All around the world on an intelligent level
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| Maturity is high, discourage me the Devil
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| He can only try if I’m believing in him
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| I got my goals mapped out and I’m achieving them |