| When you’re riding in my city
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| And the people that you’re meeting
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| Are the strangers that you thought of before
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| Two seats further down from here
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| Another couple fighting
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| And a baby screaming close through the door
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| The lady at the corner works her shift to pay her dealer
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| And the busker sings a song I don’t know
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| And the overhead exposure of the tabloids are just screaming
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| You have everything but you still need more
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| I’m going to stay where I am
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| I’m not trying to be someone else
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| This is who I am
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| This is what I love
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| I got love for my people
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| Cause their running for my town
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| This is who I am
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| This is what I love
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| This is who I am
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| The boys down at the liquor store
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| They’re drunk and then act crazy
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| Start a rumble, it’s about to be on
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| The waitress hides a book before she comes to take your order
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| Working hard to pay the loan for her school
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| The money guy is paranoid
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| He’s driving down the streets at night
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| He’s just about to pick something up
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| Imma tell you «Best say humble
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| It’s a rumble in the jungle
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| You can make it but watch out you don’t fall»
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| This is who I am
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| This is what I love
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| This is who I am
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| This is what I love
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| This is who I am
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| This is what I love |