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[Chorus] (Rhymefest): |
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Everybody wishes they could live this life |
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(Cause it's the life to live baby) |
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So when the chance come don't let it pass you by |
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(Naw, don't let it walk on by, no) |
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Everything you went through are your means to fly |
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(So what you gon' do?) |
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I'm about to jump up here and touch the sky |
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Here we go |
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(Fly how high, how high?) [x4] |
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[Verse One] [Rhymefest]: |
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Follow it just leave |
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No team, no car |
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Dreams, no lights, one star |
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Me, so good, so far |
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Chi-Town boss can get you from behind bars |
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It's padlocked |
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Hold my hands up when the cash drop |
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Music was the last stop |
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I was a have not |
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Dropped out of high school, still had high hopes |
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Puffin' that hydro, it kept my eyes closed |
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Caught a felony for some things that I sold |
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So when Barack ran man, I could not vote |
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Heart felt sting |
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Pushed pass the pain |
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But I still stay fly when it rains on my wings |
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Icarus |
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Sky high, picture this |
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Look down |
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It's all insignificant |
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Look up |
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Oooh, it's magnificence |
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It's so intense I feel like my wings left prints |
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On a cloud |
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[Chorus] (Rhymefest): |
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Everybody wishes they could live this life |
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(Cause it's the life to live baby) |
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So when the chance come don't let it pass you by |
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(Naw, don't let it walk on by, oh) |
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Everything you went through are your means to fly |
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(So what you gon' do?) |
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I'm about to jump up here and touch the sky |
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Here we go |
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[Verse Two] [Big Pooh]: |
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My lifetime line |
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Is every line you repeat |
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A piece of my soul designed for you to keep |
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The price that I pay ain't cheap |
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I gotta go harder |
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Tryin' to fight sleep |
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Fightin' off contentment |
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I got a long way to go |
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I long way from sleepin' on floors |
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Niggas came a long way from knockin' on doors |
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To workin' two jobs |
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Sellin' out shows |
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[Phonte]: |
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Fans yellin' out "Ho" |
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Cause we don't be yellin' out raps |
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We articulate prose |
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My rhymes is tighter |
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Take a walk through the crowd |
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And niggas tell me, LB bring the hoes/hose out like fire fighters |
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I won't stop rockin' till I expire |
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And I inspire dudes to get on they lunchbox |
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Make your own meal |
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Fuck waitin' for an alley-oop |
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Get up off your ass and work on your jump shot |
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Get high nigga |
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[Chorus] (Rhymefest): |
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Everybody wishes they could live this life |
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(Cause it's the life to live baby) |
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So when the chance come don't let it pass you by |
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(Naw, don't let it walk on by, oh) |
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Everything you went through are your means to fly |
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(So what you gon' do?) |
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I'm about to jump up here and touch the sky |
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Here we go |
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[Verse Three] [Rhymefest]: |
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My eyes got sick |
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I'm tryin' to get rich |
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Best cure for depression is to make more hits |
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Girls everywhere, "El Che's that shit." |
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Push your top down, sign my name on your tits |
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Ooh this the life that I dream 'bout |
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Dream girl, yeah, hustle with her wings out |
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I want an angel I ain't got to strangle |
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Don't try to con me, baby what's your angle? |
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Maybe I'm paranoid |
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Thinkin' bout the past tense |
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Cause in the past, real love took an absence |
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You my Sarah Palin baby, we mavericks |
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Introduce to the Johnson, Magic |
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What you want, material or passion? |
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Or what I'm doin', am I tellin' or am I askin'? |
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We got to break it all down like fractions |
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Cause when they leave, am I'm cryin' or I'm laughin' |
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I think I'm laughin' |
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Ha ha ha ha ha |
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[Chorus] (Rhymefest): |
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Everybody wishes they could live this life |
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(Cause it's the life to live baby) |
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So when the chance come don't let it pass you by |
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(Naw, don't let it walk on by, oh) |
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Everything you went through are your means to fly |
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(So what you gon' do?) |
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I'm about to jump up here and touch the sky |
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Here we go |
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(Fly how high, how high?) [x4] |