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[Verse 1:] |
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Yeah |
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Soon after I dropped raw, the spotlight creeped up |
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I received love from fans through out the world, yeah, seems nuts |
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Is it God, or could it be luck? |
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I put my toes in the sand and ended up with my feet stuck |
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When the storm comes, then how should we address it? |
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My situation with ruthless turned out to be a blessing |
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During the time it left every ounce of me affected |
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But when it was done I saw that I was bound to be a legend |
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But I'm lost |
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The fame drivin' me crazy, cry when I'm angry, the games trying to change me |
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Sinister record labels got desires to pay me |
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As the world puts they fucking hands high to embrace me |
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How would you take it in? |
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I honestly can't pretend |
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The only reason I started rapping was to make a friend |
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And now I got fans who love me for creating sins |
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You think fame ain't got a dark side? Think again. Yo |
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[Hook:] |
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Fame can make you insane! (It's so strange) |
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Everyday, I feel I'm caught in the rain |
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Only very few have walked in my shoes |
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I sit alone in my room feelin' so damn confused |
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Cause I don't know, who the hell I am |
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[Verse 2:] |
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Yeah, scared I might never get a wife |
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Closer I move into the limelight shit is like |
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Girls just want to be next to me cause I rip the mic |
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Sayin' they love me, but the vibe I get isn't right |
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What if I flopped when my album dropped |
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And went broke baby tell me would your love just stop? |
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See I'm in love with you, but you in love with Hop |
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The struggle's real, but through your eyes it's fun to watch |
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I swear to God I used to fiend for it |
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I see the fire but I keep going |
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I smell the sins from the breeze blowin' |
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My crew is telling me to beast mode it |
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I feel like I'm going to hell if I keep it up even my priest knows it |
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So many women and the money is great |
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But this life just isn't me and I don't want to be fake |
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I didn't think that it would come to this day |
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It's time I put my alter ego to the side and leave him stuck in his grave |
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[Hook:] |
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Fame can make you insane! (It's so strange) |
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Everyday, I feel I'm caught in the rain |
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Only very few have walked in my shoes |
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I sit alone in my room feelin' so damn confused |
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Cause I don't know, who the hell I am |
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[Verse 3:] |
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Shit, not anymore |
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My soul's rotten and sore, I hear a knock at the door for real |
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I got a lot to endure |
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There ain't no stopping the storm, homie the top isn't warm so chill |
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I think I need my light bulb fixed |
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As of lately I ain't been getting hyped on shit |
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Life's a journey, you gotta find your niche |
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I'm leaving this tight space because I don't fit |
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Now I'm moving away, my whole life I'm a start from scratch |
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As an artist I'm trapped |
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Fuck Hop, Marcus is back |
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For a while, it's gonna be hard to adapt |
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But I'm willing to go through it, I ain't starving to rap |
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I'm soul searching |
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It's like I'm living with no purpose |
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I try to find a spark to spit but there's no urges |
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Inside of me for me to pursue it |
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Some people think that I'm stupid but don't judge if you ain't went through it |
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I'm out |
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[Hook: x2] |
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Fame can make you insane! (It's so strange) |
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Everyday, I feel I'm caught in the rain |
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Only very few have walked in my shoes |
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I sit alone in my room feelin' so damn confused |
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Cause I don't know, who the hell I am |
