| So many highs and lows in one lifetime
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| I avoid knife crime
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| It’s not a nice sight
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| Thought of this people pull out the
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| Another life gone, and I’m trying to get my life right
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| Even though I play loud in your hi-fi
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| Appear at your screen, connected to the wi-fi
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| Down to earth like in the
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| But I like hype for the hype, no hype-guide
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| And I’m under the kush no wide eye
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| You can hear the like it’s mine, I
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| Tell 'em «If you don’t like me, fly high»
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| Cause that’s what I’m gonna do
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| Until I drop back down, I’m right in the loop
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| LA to London like Tinie and Snoop
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| All along I know I kept it steady
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| But now I’m ready
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| There are highs and lows in situations at surface
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| We all know this
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| In this kind of job you’re bound to make money
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| But the money you make, you won’t notice
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| When zeroes staring at ya, glaring at ya, you lose your focus
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| That’s why I go round the country, making magic, hocus-pocus
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| But when I drop down, it’s all part of the highs and the lows
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| And when I go up, it’s still part of the highs and the lows
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| But when I drop down, it’s all part of the highs and the lows
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| And when I go up, it’s still part of the highs and the lows
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| I never had a forward-thinking parent
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| Only two, that forgot I was alive
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| Going back I was a child, they wanted to live more
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| Don’t hate them, but it’s bother when I try
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| I’m going on happy, don’t lose my temper
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| Don’t rate stars, if I was a mentor
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| But I still standby with a mind of a guy in a landmine
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| I mine for coal, while they mine for hangtime
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| We all rest when my head says «stop»
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| I keep going like I ain’t gotta watch
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| I lived on a fullback ting
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| I approach war like fullback king:
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| I’ve won, we win
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| I travel the world cause I know no better
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| Some hate me, cause they know no better
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| I don’t know what they put in this homemade ginger beer, but I sense it’s pepper
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| There are highs and lows in situations at surface
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| We all know this
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| In this kind of job you’re bound to make money
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| But the money you make, you won’t notice
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| When zeroes staring at ya, glaring at ya, you lose your focus
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| That’s why I go round the country, making magic, hocus-pocus
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| But when I drop down, it’s all part of the highs and the lows
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| And when I go up, it’s still part of the highs and the lows
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| But when I drop down, it’s all part of the highs and the lows
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| And when I go up, it’s still part of the highs and the lows |