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[Intro] |
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I wake up in the morning, its the same old thing |
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Another day alone just rhyme writing (oh) |
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It's getting a little old |
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Feeling kind of cold |
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[Verse 1] |
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When do you say you took your dream too far |
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And finally come to grips with the person you are |
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I think for some of us the dream is too vivid |
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And the gift that we've been given is the curse that comes with it |
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If you strive for perfection and progress |
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You beat your own ass in the process |
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Man I'm satisfied never |
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My shit always could be better |
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Shit the verse I'm saying now could be way more clever |
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I remember when there wasn't no pressure |
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I just do this |
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Before the music was part of a to do list |
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I love writing but why I'm clueless |
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It's peaceful yet deceitful |
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Like a Buddhist Judas |
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And its's fucking up my brain |
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But somehow it's the only thing that keeps me sane |
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I guess I'm like a little goth art student |
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Take away his pen next day at school he'll start shooting |
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But arts stupid |
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If you consider the bitter cost of this |
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All the relationships I've lost to this |
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All the times that I hit ignore when my family a friend ever called to this |
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Cause this constant state of exhaustiveness |
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I give my all to this |
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A stressful endeavor like tiger woods probably thinks that golfing is |
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I should get an office gig |
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But I can't because I'm over here dreaming |
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As I write another song I just feel like screaming |
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[Hook] |
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Stop fucking with me |
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Stop judging me |
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I just want to live comfortably |
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And I ain't talking about wealth |
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I'm talking about my brain |
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I'm talking about mental health |
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Stop fucking with me |
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Stop judging me |
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I look around and suddenly |
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I realize that there's nobody else |
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The only one judging me is myself |
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[Verse 2] |
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Most people they got big dreams and big plans |
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End up as a big flock of sacrificial lambs |
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A single achiever |
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Can make a billion believers |
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Look at the children they're all willing and eager |
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Like when I was a kid I watched Jordan play |
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And dreamed of being up on the NBA court one day |
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Realized early that I didn't have it |
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That don't mean that there ain't people that took that stab at it |
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Like my man every day practice shooting baskets |
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Dreaming about playing for the magic or mavericks |
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High school star a 30 point a night average |
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4 year college starter alright average |
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Didn't get drafted |
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Still he could see the dream |
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Now he's 35 playing for some European team |
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Knees fucked up constantly throbbing |
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Now he's popping Oxycontin |
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And it's becoming a problem |
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Had to move back with his mom |
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And she want him to get a job |
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But he doesn't have any qualities they need |
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Can't put 3-man weave drills |
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Under specialty skills |
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More and more he eats pills |
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Prescription refills |
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He still sees that dream that vision and it haunts him |
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A voice inside his head and it taunts him |
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His mom thinking that he's on something |
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And she right |
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As he screams in the middle of the night |
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[Hook] |
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Stop fucking with me |
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Stop judging me |
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I just want to live comfortably |
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And I ain't talking about wealth |
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I'm talking about my brain |
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I'm talking about mental health |
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Stop fucking with me |
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Stop judging me |
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I look around and suddenly |
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I realize that there's nobody else |
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The only one judging me is myself |
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[Bridge] |
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I wake up in the morning it's the same old thing... |
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I wake up in the morning it's the same old thing... |
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We can't all be heroes |
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Shit, it's hard enough not to crack under the pressure of average expectations |
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Most of my heroes were drug addicts |
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So dream high and be prepared to fall really fucking far |
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[Verse 3] |
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Take a walk around the city |
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Tour L.A. |
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Listen to what addicted women on the corner say |
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Study their words many of them weren't born this way |
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Many moved here back in the day |
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Thinking that they would be the next Dorris Day |
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There was a role that she was born to play |
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But somewhere she went astray |
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Some people crack on the day that disappointment comes |
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When they realize they ain't one of the annointed ones |
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She saw the vision |
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And she came here on a mission |
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Audition after audition |
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But she never called it quits |
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It's a success and then she got older |
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And the industry just sold her |
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Told herself that it was over |
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Now she never ever sober |
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And it drover her to the point |
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She can't control her own emotions or addictions |
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But she still sees the visions when shes dreaming |
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A voice in her head like a demon |
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And she on sunset at the bus stop screaming |
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[Hook] |
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Stop fucking with me |
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Stop judging me |
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I just want to live comfortably |
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And I ain't talking about wealth |
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I'm talking about my brain |
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I'm talking about mental health |
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Stop fucking with me |
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Stop judging me |
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I look around and suddenly |
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I realize that there's nobody else |
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The only one judging me is myself |
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Stop fucking with me |
