| Cause life ain’t easy, life ain’t easy, I’m sayin'
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| If I could bury myself, I’d bury myself in music
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| Cause life ain’t easy, life ain’t easy, I’m sayin'
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| Raise a glass, and enter through my portal
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| If music is my casket I’ll forever be immortal
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| Semi disrespectful cause I’m tired of being cordial
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| No wait, I’m just tired of being normal
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| True friends & family is something that I hope to find
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| So I’m looking at the world through an open mind
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| And before I get trapped up in the maze
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| And go back to my old ways
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| I’m just wrapping you this phrase like a gift
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| Take it & receive it
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| Making music these days is easier than breathing
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| Every chance I get, I do it for that reason
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| I call it «The Proven Theory» 'cause I prove what I believe in
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| So much to the point, that you believe it too
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| These rappers say they fly well, I already flew
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| So I take that feeling and I give it all to you
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| Before I die on this earth there’s nothing I’d rather do
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| In my mind, I’ve already died
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| My haters can’t kill me, trust me, they’ve already tried
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| They’re calling me the truth, so I can’t tell a lie
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| And probably when I’m gone they’ll whisper «he's still alive»
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| I’m still alive, And music is my motivation
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| Through my heart I’ve got the power to console a nation
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| Watch me rise to a pro without no hesitation
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| And don’t compare me to my peers, there’s no relation
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| And fuck you niggas that pistol whipped me at that intersection
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| When I see you in the flesh you’re getting disrespected
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| I guess I’m seeing life just how I should
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| I always knew I could, I just wondered if I would, but I’m good
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| Looking down on life, I’m happy how I lived
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| Yeah I made mistakes but, everybody did
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| The beautiful thing about seeing through this perception
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| It unifies us as people and reinvents our reflection
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| So when we look in mirrors, we are filled with acceptance
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| Cause so much of our lives we are filled with rejection
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| It’s almost like we don’t, know that our imperfections are actually our
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| perfections
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| Im asking through my confessions that
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| We all take a little more time
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| Soak up in the sun, take a little more shine
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| Put your hands to work, develop an ill grind
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| And don’t be scared to think, develop an ill mind (yea…)
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| I’m tryna get my momma out the hood
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| But I’m also tryna get this stupid drama out the hood (damn…)
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| I guess I’m seeing life just how I should
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| I always knew I could, I just wondered if I would, but I’m good |