| The highways underpass is full of shitty tags
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| And we can navigate the city without no map
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| So many faces on the sidewalk that bring back
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| Memories of times before I’d even written one rap
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| Happy to be back. |
| I never felt trapped
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| It’s blurred together now the road and home are overlapped
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| I laid my head in every city on the map and it’s a gift and a curse to never
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| feel attached
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| I started off with so much ambition
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| But really I’d be happy with some food in the kitchen
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| So good things stay hidden, good times good riddance
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| For one minute let’s pretend our fate isn’t already written
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| So long to day jobs and clear thoughts
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| I already don’t remember what I’m talking ‘bout
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| But it’s whatever long as we’re all here together
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| And we’ll tell them that we only stayed in Cleveland for the weather
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| Sometimes I feel hopeless
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| Sometimes I’m misunderstood
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| Sometimes I feel broken
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| But I’ll always be an open book
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| Sometimes I feel hopeless
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| Sometimes I’m misunderstood
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| Sometimes I feel broken
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| But I’ll always be an open book
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| Feet on the ground head in the clouds
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| Moving in and out of jet streams
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| Brainstorm spinning around
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| More than a wet dream
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| When in doubt send in the clowns to do the sex scene
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| Flip scripts read ‘em aloud
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| And if we’re on the same page then nobody has to act hard
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| Let your guard down shine together like Blackstar
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| I’ve been speaking Spanish and Swahili in my backyard
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| When I spit my last bar
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| I just wanna know that I was doing what I did best
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| Redefine success
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| 2020 vision all eyes on the Midwest
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| Power to the people raise a fist yes
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| Whether you religious or just pissed off and don’t got shit left
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| I see you and I raise you
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| If the acapella’s not compelling tracks won’t save you
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| But this is Tropidelic so you got to feel it, praise due
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| Whether you been overlooked or never truly overstood
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| I’ll tell you everything I know I’m an open book
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| Sometimes I feel hopeless
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| Sometimes I’m misunderstood
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| Sometimes I feel broken
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| But I’ll always be an open book
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| Sometimes I feel hopeless
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| Sometimes I’m misunderstood
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| Sometimes I feel broken
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| But I’ll always be an open book
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| I’m detached and disenchanted with the fact
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| That the world’s moving too fast for me to relax
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| If I wasn’t on the road, I think I’d probably relapse
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| But all this being on the road just gives me panic attacks
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| I never win, I often lose
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| There’s consequence to what you chose and it’s hard to do
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| Every time I catch a glimpse it just always seems to fade
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| In a way I feel hopeless
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| Sometimes I feel hopeless
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| Sometimes I’m misunderstood
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| Sometimes I feel broken
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| But I’ll always be an open book
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| Sometimes I feel hopeless
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| Sometimes I’m misunderstood
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| Sometimes I feel broken
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| But I’ll always be an open book |