| We’re living in la, la, la, la, la, la, land
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| We’re living in la, la, la, la, la, la, land
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| We’re living in la, la, la, la, la, la, land
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| We’re living in la, la, la, la, la, la, land
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| You’re tryna live the dream, ain’t ya?
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| The cream, esteem, supreme paper
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| You’re thinkin' this the place to be, like green acres
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| Look, you’re livin' a dream and I can’t even wake
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| I know you want the life that they all desire
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| Wanna rise till you can’t imagine climbin' higher
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| But that ladder can’t stand when it catches fire
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| And when it stops, you’ll be shocked, like electric wires
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| It’s cool to like fairytales
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| Until you try to live inside of 'em, that’s where we fail
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| The media pushin' death and they do it very well
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| Man, who woulda thought that obituaries sell?
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| Look, you’re livin' in a dream
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| Open up your eyes, things ain’t always what they seem
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| Reality ain’t always what we found up on the screen
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| They got bait, in they hooks, they got rhymes full of schemes, it’s fantasy
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| Fantasy, masquerades and mansions (all they want is that fantasy)
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| Smokin' lies, but there is never light within us
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| The smiles full of envy, a full house that’s empty
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| Once the night is up, it’s never enough
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| Your imagination’s runnin' wild
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| Your main goal is to stack a couple hundred thou
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| Then mo' money, plus you want it now
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| You be huntin' for them hundreds till you run 'em down
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| Plus you want chicks, wanna pick or choose
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| She gotta be a freak, not just any chick will do
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| That’s the story that you stickin' to, listen dude
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| Just know the fable that they told you really isn’t true
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| Hey mami, you think you want that life, don’t you?
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| See you’re that fine dame all the brothers droolin' over
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| But you should know your beauty will be movin' over
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| When He cracks the sky like a supernova, to expose us
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| I ain’t runnin' game, I ain’t got nothing to gain
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| 'Bout lyin' to you 'bout this life, but something is strange
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| If the highest joy is found in created things
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| Instead of something greater but I gotta make a claim, it’s fantasy
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| Fantasy, masquerades and mansions (all they want is that fantasy)
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| Smokin' lies, but there is never light within us (it's crazy)
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| The smiles full of envy, a full house that’s empty (it's all empty)
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| Once the night is up, it’s never enough
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| Never satisfied
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| You know, we been livin' in a dream world
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| A dream world where we been chasin' the wrong things
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| But my prayers is our eyes will open
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| So we can see it all for what it is
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| Welcome to the real world
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| With it’s real treasure, real pearls
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| Those who try to gain the world only lose souls
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| And chasin' fools goals only gets ya fools gold
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| Well, welcome to the good life with it’s real joy
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| Now that old life seems like a killjoy
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| It’s ironic that the life giver was killed, boy
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| He rose and He chose me, you know he fills a real void
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| We were made to be connected to the life giver
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| To build our life around Him, with His life in us
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| But our pride likes to rise, them lies get us
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| They separate us from the good, we despise scripture
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| But we can turn back to the forever source
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| The One who can’t be described by my metaphors
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| Even if I’m poor, I’m rich if I let Him set the course
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| At His right hand, the pleasure’s forever more, yeah
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| Fantasy, masquerades and mansions (we don’t have to live in that fantasy)
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| Smokin' lies, but there is never light within us (yeah yeah)
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| The smiles full of envy, a full house that’s empty (we don’t have to be empty,
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| y’all)
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| Once the night is up, it’s never enough (cause Jesus is enough)
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| We’re living in la, la, la, la, la, la, land
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| We’re living in la, la, lie, la, la, la, land
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| And you gon' see it all for what it is
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| I pray you’ll see it all for what it is |