| Breathe, I’ll breath and I’m right back in the blaze of fire
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| Breathe, I’ll breath and I’m right back in the blaze of fire
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| Breathe, I’ll breath and I’m right back in the blaze of fire
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| Breathe, I’ll breath and I’m right back in the flames of fire
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| I’m right back in the blaze of fire
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| Then I head back to the streets with fire
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| Yeah, and I’m searching I’m searching
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| And they told me I’m still so young but I feel like I’m ageing
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| I’m so road I’m attached to the pavement
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| None of yous know what things I be facing
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| None of them know what dreams I be chasin
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| I spend time in the studio days in
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| Soldier, carry an award on my back but I’m lyinf if I say my shoulders ain’t
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| acheing
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| I can feel it it’s all in the air
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| Voices echoing all in my ear
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| I’m so focused only look forward
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| Don’t look back cause *few words here I could’ntcatch*
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| Cloud nine stryder I float in the air
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| I’m so far but I’m yet so near but
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| But I’m still the golden boy look
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| Rule told me I’m the golden boy
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| This ain’t one of them perfect paintings
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| I feel like i’m close to breaking
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| They say I’m a star in the making
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| Me I say I’m paper chasing
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| This ain’t one of them perfect paintings
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| I feel i’m close to breaking
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| They say I’m a star in the making
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| Me I say I’m paper chasing
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| Breathe, I’ll breath and I’m right back in the blaze of fire
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| Breathe, I’ll breath and I’m right back in the blaze of fire
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| Breathe, I’ll breath and I’m right back in the flames of fire
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| I’m right back in the blaze of fire
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| Then I head back to the streets with fire
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| And I’m not wow not many not one or two set backs
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| I been let down countless times
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| I react like lee get deep on the lines
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| Countless rhymes and call it a comeback
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| I stand back reload then I come back
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| Any mc talk loose and I done that
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| And I done this from days like way back
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| And them days ain’t never gonna come back
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| Paper level ain’t rising enough
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| And it’s not like strydes ain’t grimeing enough
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| And I screen like ross was straight on a track
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| Cause we came from the bottom and we’re climbing it up
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| I’m so sure if we double up but it feels like somethings holding me up but
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| But I’m still the golden boy
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| Rule told me I’m the golden boy
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| Breathe, I’ll breath and I’m right back in the blaze of fire
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| Breathe, I’ll breath and I’m right back in the blaze of fire
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| Breathe, I’ll breath and I’m right back in the blaze of fire
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| Breathe, I’ll breath and I’m right back in the flames of fire
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| I’m right back in the blaze of fire
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| Then I head back to the streets with fire
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| Yea, like some boy deep in the mind I’m thinking
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| Somewhere along the lines of
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| Whys my manhood giftin the part look, (not sure about this line)
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| That’s why I can’t smile let alone laughin
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| Man are like lately strydes ain’t back in these raves
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| Nah man I’m spending the night with (word here I could’ntunderstand,
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| nase or something.)
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| Plus it’s all fake there
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| Faces fake there
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| Me I relax and I sing for the paves/paids
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| Word is I ain’t in the ends no more
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| And I heard I seem copped 3 door look
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| Truth is I’m still in the ends with words
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| Tryna move out get away from the curbs
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| They said I don’t spit? |
| Draw? |
| No more
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| I’m like family I gotta care less no more why?
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| Cause I’m still the golden boy
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| Rule told me I’m the golden boy
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| This ain’t one of them perfect paintings
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| I’ve fallen close to breaking
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| They say I’m a star in the making
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| Me I say I’m paper chasing
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| This ain’t one of them perfect paintings
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| I feel i’m close to breaking
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| They say I’m a star in the making
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| Me I say I’m paper chasing
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| Breathe, I’ll breath and I’m right back in the blaze of fire
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| Breathe, I’ll breath and I’m right back in the blaze of fire
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| Breathe, I’ll breath and I’m right back in the flames of fire
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| I’m right back in the blaze of fire
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| Then I head back to the streets with fire |