| My thoughts never fit neatly not on the page
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| Scribbled and crooked lines
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| They never really take shape they crawl
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| I know what that feels like
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| Would you still do your thing without the crowd
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| Without the limelight
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| Or maybe you just
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| Love the idea
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| At times things look better than they are
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| Truths easy to conceal
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| You jealous of the lie is what they want
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| Perception makes it real
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| Would you still buy the hype without the mask
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| Without the fancy veil
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| Or maybe you just
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| Love the idea
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| Check it
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| You in love with my hologram
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| Am i a hollow man
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| Or i am someones role model damn
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| Somebodies gotta cook the dope before you bottle grams somebodies gotta open
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| doors before you shake somebodies hand
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| I think somebodies mad at the process
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| You gotta trust the process
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| Got bless the homeless and the jobless
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| Sometimes i failed gods test but i tried
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| Thats the object its the mission not the finished product
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| Somebody lied
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| You gotta ride 100%
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| Not a smaller percent give it all
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| Represent the inside
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| Not the outer appearance
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| Explore the outer limits
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| And when im 52 i could give you power of wisdom
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| How the vision give sight to the blide
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| Same way only god can read the thoughts on my mind
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| I could put it in a rhyme or make it perfectly clear
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| Some put in the work and some just love the idea yeh
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| La la la
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| Or maybe you just
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| Love the idea |