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What do you see when look at me and I'm just standing there? |
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Shit, that make the world all work, that's what in my blood |
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And I won't stop until I drop 'cause my life's just burning out |
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So walk, keep climbing, won't look down until I reach the top |
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What a world, what a world |
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What a world, what a world |
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What a world, what a world |
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What a world, what a world |
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A little boy from Chicago had dreams to be a star |
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And make a way and get some pay and drive a fancy car |
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Though his mama used to say to him, "Hey boy, just go school" |
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But whether it was old or new in school he broke the rules |
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What do you see when look at me and I'm just standing there? |
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Shit, that make the world all work, that's what in my blood |
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And I won't stop until I drop 'cause my life's just burning out |
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So walk, keep climbing, won't look down until I reach the top |
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What a world, what a world |
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What a world, what a world |
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What a world, what a world |
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What a world, what a world |
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Now his whole life he told his boys, "Hey y'all, I'm going to rap" |
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So when he got a rap contract, it wasn't no turning back |
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Now his mama she would say to him |
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"You need to get, get back in school" |
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And all the trash that the peoples say he was using it for fuel |
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What do you see when look at me and I'm just standing there? |
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Shit, that make the world all work, that's what in my blood |
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And I won't stop until I drop 'cause my life's just burning out |
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So walk, keep climbing, won't look down until I reach the top |
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What a world, what a world |
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What a world, what a world |
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What a world, what a world |
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What a world, what a world |
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And the story goes on and on, it goes on and on and on |
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They say, "Hey boy, you rap real good but ain't making no hit songs" |
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So he'd tell himself, yo, yo, yo self you gotta do it the way you do |
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And make this music from your soul and make it fresh and new |
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What do you see when look at me and I'm just standing there? |
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Shit, that make the world all work, that's what in my blood |
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And I won't stop until I drop 'cause my life's just burning out |
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So walk, keep climbing, won't look down until I reach the top |
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What a world, what a world |
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What a world, what a world |
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What a world, what a world |
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What a world, what a world |
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Then the game, it started to change |
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They say music just ain't the same |
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Though he remained the song he is sang |
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Just keep your drive, stay in your lane |
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Inch by inch the people came |
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They started to know his name and say you do your thang |
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Now the whole, whole world singing his song |
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From Chicago a star it born, wow |
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What do you see when look at me and I'm just standing there? |
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Shit, that make the world all work, that's what in my blood |
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And I won't stop until I drop 'cause my life's just burning out |
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So walk, keep climbing, won't look down until I reach the top |
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What a world, what a world |
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What a world, what a world |
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What a world, what a world |
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What a world, what a world |
