| Yeah, this just my life
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| Front to back, top to bottom
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| Everything’s changing around me
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| These days don’t feel the same
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| We all lost faith and lost family
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| Why must we play this game?
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| Lord have mercy on me
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| I’ve been a sinning man
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| Pull out my wings, jump off the bridge
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| And crash in a plane, if I never land
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| Know I never die
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| We live forever in my mind
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| And I sanctify
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| We live forever, still alive
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| There’s a lot going on, but I stick to the ones I love
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| I never claimed to be a perfect man, but name a great man who was
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| Consequences of my actions in the past years had me stressing out
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| It was like, May, I just moved to L.A., I was tryna figure it out
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| Medication for depression that I cut cold turkey, had the kid manic
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| In an episode out in Hollywood, wilding out like Nick Cannon
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| Railing Adderall pills out a dollar bill, on the bathroom floor
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| Clean the whole mess up with my nose
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| What the fuck I need a vacuum for?
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| New York City on my birthday, June 6th, 2014
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| I had that first meeting with Hov, plus, I brought out the whole team
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| I drank that whole bottle of D’usse Ty Ty gave me that night
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| When we left the club at the Rap Genius house
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| Me and shawty got into a fight
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| She came out the room swinging, hit me in the jaw
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| I was really tryna fend her off
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| But I ended up in the closet with my hands around her neck
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| I was tripping, dawg
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| Too proud to apologize or empathize, I blamed it all on her
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| Saying that she hit me first, even though she was the one hurt
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| I was really just reflecting all the hurt
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| That I was feeling from the band’s rejection
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| When Kids These Days split, that shit felt like a C-section
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| And my infidelity and jealousy with Natalie
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| On top of the amphetamines and the ecstasy
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| Had me tryna drown face-down in the Chesapeake
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| The next month I dropped «Down on My Luck» and had Europe going nuts
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| But I couldn’t even appreciate it at the time
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| I was going through too much
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| Now I had to leverage million dollar label deals on the table for my records
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| In Ibiza eating paella on the roof, tryna choose over breakfast
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| Hov wasn’t with the bidding war, but I knew the Roc just felt right
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| When I saw Kanye at Wireless, without T-Pain, still a good life
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| Felt so close when Mr Hudson introduced me to him backstage
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| He prolly don’t even remember that shit, like a bitch off Backpage
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| But at that stage, I was ready to swing for the fence like a batting cage
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| At the same time, I was winding down a low point in my addict phase
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| The Adderall started wearing off
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| And I went into a deep writer’s block
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| All over a song that I couldn’t finish
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| That I wrote about signin' to the Roc
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| Isn’t that ironic? |
| I was feeling so psychotic
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| With the whole world excited for me and my idol saying I got it
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| Shit got bad out in L.A., so I moved back home to my mom’s basement
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| Linked up with Smoko and Papi Beatz and took it back to basics
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| Then I wrote «Rage,» that was me screaming out through the pain
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| And «U Mad,» addressing my relationship with Natalie, it was too bad
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| The violence and the lies slipped suicide into my mental health
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| I did acid in the studio one day and almost killed myself
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| As I started to fall apart, certain stars started to align
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| Om’Mas came to Chicago in January at the perfect time
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| He said Kanye was working on an album
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| And Uzi played him one of our songs
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| He was tryna fly me out, nigga
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| It was goin' down like the Dow Jones
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| Pulled up to Westlake, first day I was there, I recorded «Wolves»
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| I knew I was the one, like Neo meeting with the Oracle
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| But I had to get a handle 'fore the door was pulled
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| Crawled out on SNL
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| All the niggas hating on me back home lookin' at me like, «FML»
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| A lot of people coming out the wood like, «Let's work,» tryna network
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| All the pressure making my head hurt
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| The molly wouldn’t let the meds work
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| At this time it’s like Feb. 1st to the 15th, and I’m still addicted
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| Frustrated, writing shit for Ye, tryna visualize someone else’s vision
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| Then he laid that verse on «U Mad» and we made the shit the single
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| Ye and Hov getting into it over me, tryna do a joint venture
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| And G.O.O.D. |
| Music still fam
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| But it’s that Roc Boy SAVEMONEY life
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| Took the bus out on the road for the Traffic tour, did a hundred nights
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| Cleaned out my closet, I got rid of all of my demons
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| If you learn one thing from my journey, nigga, it’s don’t stop believing
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| When this shit got so suffocating, I could barely even keep breathing
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| Wrote my wrongs all in this song, now, I’d like to welcome y’all to my season
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| Nigga, I’m gone
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| Know I never die
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| We live forever in my mind
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| And I sanctify
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| We live forever, still alive |