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I'm about that progress |
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I'm about that progress |
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Never look back, naw, that's |
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full of mall rats I'm appalled at |
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full of all whack ************t I'm beyond like an action |
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figure in a pixar flick from the past, |
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I'm addict |
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to betterment like a bubblegum package |
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I'm like the kid doin' crack in the back |
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of his stepdad's attic, too young to be into that ************t, gotta be active |
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gotta go outside, and I'm yellin' why |
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I'm trynna build a mother******' empire |
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So what that I miss a couple calls |
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it's been a couple months and I said it'd be tomorrow |
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My brother tells me that I gotta call mom |
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And I tell 'em that I will when I get a new home for her |
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and I get dad in a brand new porche |
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and I get me living in New York |
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in a flat with a view of the park |
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and chick with an ass like a peach from my orchard in Florida |
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That'll be a minute |
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And I'll see you then and |
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when I do, you'll give thanks like I'm deity |
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So leave me be |
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I'm cooler than a blank * TV screen |
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or a pool up in jamaica, feet up, |
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You're telling me it's dog eat dog, yea*, I eat 'em |
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You're telling me to go out, you're telling me to meet up |
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I'm telling' you no and I got my reasons |
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I've got ************t to do and what I'm living through |
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is yeah, a little bit like a prison, dude |
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but that's what it is, you become what you give |
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if you give your all, than you gain all of it, yeah |
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I've been working for a while |
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the sun was burning bright, now it's behind the moon |
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I wonder what tomorrow holds |
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I'll make it out here, I promise you |
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You're about that progress |
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I am about that progress |
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You're about that progress |
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I was about that progress |
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You gotta stop that young gun |
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You gotta go see your mom some |
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You can dream, don't stop them |
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but don't go pickin' all their cotton |
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Said my grandpa to me |
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I said, naw, who we |
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gonna be if we don't get our hands all dirty |
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I'ma work hard, even if it hurts, sorry |
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I'ma keep it goin' 'till I get a ferrari |
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And I can't slow like I'm on speed in a bus |
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on an earth spinnin' around like me when I'm drunk |
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and I'm feinding to ******, so |
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get out of my way |
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I can't afford to lose an hour a day, I don't |
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got time for |
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dumb ************t, I don't |
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got time for |
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friend************p, I don't |
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got time |
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for first kisses |
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'cause if I see opportunity than I'll miss it |
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See, I'm bleeding for this ************t, |
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it's me with a vision, |
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it's me with a pot cooking crack in the kitchen |
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I'ma stop when the cops shoot the back of my spine |
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or shoot the side of my eyes and hit the nerves behind 'em |
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or I'm murdered, I'm not stoppable |
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So I'll probably come back as some type of ghoul |
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and keep goin' as a poltergeist, I'm a fool, |
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I guess, for workin' for something that might not come true |
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but that's what it's all about |
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Some want love, some want keys to house |
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as big as a mountain, living amounts to |
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how you spend your milliseconds and your minutes and hours |
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I've been working for a while |
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the sun was burning bright, now it's behind the moon |
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I wonder what tomorrow holds |
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I'll make it out here, I promise you |
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