| See him flossing in that metal
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| The game’s in a higher level
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| Dimensions; |
| we into several
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| You see we get them together
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| DIY fringe be swangin'
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| Bangers-bangers he slanging
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| Show on point, he slaying
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| He wasn’t always this way in fact
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| Brown boy slanted eyes
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| Bleach-stained sweat suit
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| Throwin' water on me
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| In the middle school restroom
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| Only brown head in my 9th grade play
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| 13 walking in the streets of UK
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| Now maybe there’s a lesson I’ve been given
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| Or some wisdom from the stories that I need to tell
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| And everybody’s hoping and scraping and wishing
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| They could be something outside themselves
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| If I can be me, then you can be yourself
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| Might not be easy, it’s like we’re never satisfied
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| Right?
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| It’s like we’re never satisfied
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| Right?
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| Got it locked
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| With that namesake
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| Won’t stay the same
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| Change like every day
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| Got it locked
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| With that namesake
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| Won’t stay the same
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| Change like every day
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| Smiling through the vicious
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| A puzzle piece never fittin'
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| A new thread that he was given
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| To weave a singular vision
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| Could never be avaricious
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| Instead a quiet ambitious
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| No reason left to resist it
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| A hater just sound fictitious
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| So I’m not, quittin, they stay, squintin'
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| Try to dictate a life they not, living
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| T.O. |
| been about that truth, spilling
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| Don’t buck like a deer when shots hit him
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| Don’t Formula One this path that you’re on
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| We all gotta make our own living
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| Cry out loud, don’t stay, hidden
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| Fear to fail, say good riddance
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| Nathaniel said: «you can’t see me»
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| In February, he freed me
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| Cleared my head of debris
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| We shattered my boundaries
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| And the lowered degree was healing
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| Winter was sorely needed
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| Like Pakistan, I seceded
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| My leaving won’t be repeated
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| Never read for them tight roles
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| My eyes looked where the sky goes
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| So rare like albinos
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| Poachers, we zoom right by those
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| Few in number like rhinos
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| Reaching up for them high notes
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| Study me like yo bibles
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| Cats fall in line like I’m Lion-o
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| Now maybe there’s a lesson I’ve been given
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| Or some wisdom from the stories that I need to tell
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| And everybody’s hoping and scraping and wishing
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| They could be something outside themselves
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| If I can be me, then you can be yourself
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| Might not be easy, it’s like we’re never satisfied |