| Yo, you gotta feel this
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| Yeah, you gotta feel this
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| Hey yo, it’s that mad, lifestyle’s emotional, it’s that sad
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| I missed my mum’s birthday, had a show, that bad
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| Ups and downs, mishaps, problems mount, that large
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| Street clowns and hood rats are speaking out, they’re that loud
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| I’m focused, music, in and out I’m breathing it
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| Close ones, they miss me, they’re really not feeling it
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| I ain’t seen my girl for days, ain’t seen my bed for days
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| Something keeps me going, I’m enjoying every bit of it
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| Every little bit of it, you gotta feel this
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| Wiley said, «Tinch, you gotta kill this»
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| And that was '03, and now I’ve got this
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| Straight up original, I ain’t dealing with no remix
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| Had it all planned out and the man dem was a part of it
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| Music game’s fucked up, it’s nuttin' like we thought of it
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| Messed up, it’s all a bit mad, I’m trying to work with it
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| Let me do the hard part, then we’ll all have some fun with it
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| Here I come, I’m landing, I’m landing
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| But there’s no one around me where I’m standing
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| I’m nearly there, I’m counting, counting
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| Step by step, we climb mountains
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| Yeah, and they’re telling me I’m better off, telling me I’m doing well
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| Look into their eyes and I clearly see I’ve pissed them off (snakes)
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| Talk about me so hard like «have you seen Stryder’s new car?
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| No keys, pushes one button then he’s off start»
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| Off guard, not me I’ll be walking on the moon tonight
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| Not scarred but who’s to know how deep I really bleed inside?
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| Yeah, but I’m a Virgo, not a Gemini
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| I can see the future and I’m done with these silly guys
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| No time for many games, lava mouth, spitting flames
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| Now things have fully changed, I’m trying to get the plaques in frames (yeah)
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| But they won’t let me do my thing
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| Stop trying to block up my road up, I can switch my lanes
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| In my face they’re smiling up, behind my back they’re lining up
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| The day I dig myself a hole, push me down deep enough
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| My head’s telling me mad things like «pick it up, let it off»
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| I go with my heart and my bag’s packed, I’m jetting off
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| So I ask, why? |
| …why?
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| I ain’t getting no answers
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| Again I ask, why?
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| Still ain’t getting the answer
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| I’m taking my chances
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| Here I come, I’m landing, I’m landing |