| Yeah yo
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| And yo, my first solo record
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| Made heads turn locally
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| But out of nowhere, my life was interrupted
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| Had my throat cut over nothing
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| Press loved it
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| Figured, fuck, at least they mentioned me in something
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| Writing was my therapy
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| My close friends took care of me
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| Stayed forever grateful for that
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| Released move with the walls
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| Wrote a few personal songs
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| To help the healing process, wish I could move on
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| in Europe, in Germany
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| '06, recalled the moment where I learned to ride crowds (yeah)
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| Met the love of my life, this shit’s crazy
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| Year later went and dropped fist shaking
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| Back to friends, no day job, I had to pass
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| So I come back with Rusty and Lance
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| Cause true friendship, and music’s a bond, it’s never broken
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| loved us over there, I wanted them to know it |