| It’s the paper. |
| Yet, living this large is not the issue
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| Wish it wasn’t such a mission to start what I continue
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| From signals that I misread, past the point extreme
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| To leave the argument like you can find me out on shit’s creek
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| Arguing over I’m not full of broken promises
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| Is like a junkie trying to dodge a street corner pharmacist
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| Haven’t the foggiest of who’s my audience
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| Unless you’re gonna talk I need to call it quits and how it’s obvious
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| I’ve seen the colors fade into a lack of courage
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| Even after when I’m drunk enough to laugh at bridges burning
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| I’m sure if you can only imagine the total damage it’s had on my sanity
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| Then you must be part of the planet
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| Don’t even bother with yourself as being targeted
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| Around how smart it is to be a part of this, without the confidence
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| A wall between us, over how to live your life
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| I’ll write my name on your wall, like graffiti in the night
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| Nothing’s more liberating than when I don’t feel ashamed
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| To realize it wasn’t meant for me to find an early grave
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| But the time and energy I spend to hold the pen is risky
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| Like both my wrists are bleeding, screaming, «are you coming with me?!»
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| I wouldn’t be the kind to hit beneath the gut, I’m obsessed!
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| Will you please get off my ding-a-ling and nuts?!
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| You can call me whatever! |
| I’ve been putting these words together
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| When Biggie was just a capital letter, my flow was clever
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| I’m about it, they’re louder than on an island and stranded
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| Yelling, «anyone there?!», surrounded by the water’s advantage
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| Overanalyze was not a plan of mine to grow as big
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| I’m my worst critic of everything that I ever did
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| This guy said he used to lift weights with me in his head
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| To find strength in the enemy and I was his friend
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| So hit the floor like in a store to rattle some poor bastard
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| Of empty the cash drawer or you’re letting it off at him
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| You really out to let the bullets turn us into Swiss cheese?
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| Then to me, I’d be the most delicious piece of history
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| What’s the age for you to talk about the glory days?
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| Or walk around a dark cloud follows with the pouring rain
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| My good looks are fading faster by the minute
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| Hearing nothing but your inner self that wants to be forgiven
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| I’m not above it? |
| I smile at the people in denial
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| Who think of how it is can only mean that I don’t put it down
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| I’m gone! |
| But rise like the sun, in the morning
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| I’m gone, gone, gone. |
| Cocked like the gun
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| Heed the warning
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| Late night doesn’t fall by the waste side
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| I’ve wanted the sweet life, the way that I see life
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| With it over a beat box the culture it needs us
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| I’m running a fever. |
| Can the warrior keep up?
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| And in order to design the formula each time
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| I’m more than emcee rhymes, who I’ve wanted to be like
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| And I want you to rewind. |
| It’s important to me, find
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| When you lift your head from staring at the ground
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| Like your neck won’t give to take another route when I get like this
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| More distraction is not what I need if your ego won’t even let you be happy for
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| me
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| There’s old friends I haven’t said enough how much they meant
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| Some of which that I don’t even think I’ve told them yet
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| You’re staring at mad flavor, the wickedest track maker
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| And this is the back breaker for things in a fast nature
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| I’m uninspired if I got you feeling less cool
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| Try to imagine the stress of being successful
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| Experience is how I’m willing to grow
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| I’m out to raise a child as if the child was one of my own
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| Yeah, it’s vicious, the road to riches. |
| Had to change my approach;
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| To enjoy it for what it is and not for what I had hoped
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| It’s so refreshing! |
| No waiting. |
| I’ve celebrated my patience
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| The motivation I have to create and holding it sacred
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| You need to be you and not be them, to process this;
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| For thinking I just talk real slick. |
| I won’t expire!
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| I’m hip-hop's ‘sigh of relief.' |
| You don’t agree?
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| Then God wanted you to die in your sleep
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| They keep telling me I’m this and that, but they know this shit is phat
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| What I’ve done and where I’m at, no such thing as turning back
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| Come on admit it, I’m polished and photogenic
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| To witness a flow this vivid is living a mile a minute
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| Your mind is the only type of a prison I want to visit; |
| To look at the home you built for yourself and call it exquisite
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| My comfort level? |
| Hey, I’m willing to risk
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| ‘Till you’re thinking I’m ill enough to make the top of your list
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| I’m my greatest opponent, homey! |
| And this moment is ours
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| And we want to blow your speakers like nobody does, ‘cause…
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| My golden years to spend as I choose
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| To document things I did or went through, to conquer them!
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| This is why I wear my hat crooked
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| Mistook it? |
| This is why I wear my hat crooked
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| My golden years to spend as I choose
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| To document things I did or went through, to conquer them!
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| This is why I wear my hat crooked
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| Mistook it? |
| This is why I wear my hat crooked
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| My golden years to spend as I choose
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| To document things I did or went through, to conquer them!
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| This is why I wear my hat crooked, crooked
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| «I saw Spy there and I saw him, and I’ll never forget. |
| His hat was to the side,
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| just like this. |
| Now whenever I start breaking, I got a hat on, you know this
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| is just like, straight Spy. |
| This is the Spy in me, you know what I mean?» |