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My momma told me- |
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One day I'mma grow up big and I'mma be a king |
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And my poppa told me- |
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It's ok to sing when shit hurts |
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Don't forget your dreams |
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Cuz' they'll get you through this |
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So called life, they call living but I call it strange |
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And I bet I'll do it |
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Cuz' I'm on my way and strong enough that I can shake the pain |
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[Verse 1] |
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Mr. sunshine, Mr. rainstorm |
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Meet me in the conference room we need to brainstorm |
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Need some middle ground, need an even keel |
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But you're at war picking sides give me fever chills |
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I'll take em' both like my flu shot broke |
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I need the give and take to keep me out of that moat |
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My head above water thoughts to those lost this week |
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All these tragedies stay on repeat |
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Like we can't shake shit, I can't speak on it |
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Fist to the sky but I can't beat on it |
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Drink in my cup so I'm gon' sip on it |
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Cam newton's prolly pissed, he can't stiff arm em' |
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All these levels of these relative problems |
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And benevolence is elegance for those who can solve them |
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I'm feeling pretty low like I'm stuck at the bottom |
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But I know I'll rebound like the bulls with Rodman |
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I am, just exactly what I will be |
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Just a guy who can rhyme n' chop ill beats |
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One day I'll recover from what ails me |
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Till then I'm on that fuck-- what the sales be |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 2] |
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They talk about death, we're tryna live life |
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While they're signal says left but they really going right |
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But who cares they got nothing to improve upon |
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Meanwhile we past them, fast lane, rubicon |
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So let the shitstorm rang in |
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They try to dap us up, but we just leave em' hanging |
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Yeah- so let em' catch up with the language |
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They can talk shit but you know that we can manage |
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-- they say they tired of the metaphors |
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They are only pissed that they never really ready for em' |
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--- so go ahead and get ready for em' |
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Pop another bottle cuz' you gonna' need a steady arm |
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- it's like we're living in the Tron Game |
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Lines are all blurred cuz' we're sippin on the bombay |
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- john stock verse lebron james |
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No competition when you factor in the time change |
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Babe Ruth sucks--- fuck what the books say |
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I could strike him out with 3 pitches in an arm sling |
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Yeah- and we can do anything |
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Momma said it's true and I put that on everything |
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[Hook] |
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[Bridge] |
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We don't ask for the doors to close in this life |
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So we hoping... they keep em' open |
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And if they shut those doors we'll smash the skylight |
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Till it's broken... and smell the roses |
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Need to take that time to find our own road |
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So we focused... on what's golden |
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And our gold don't shine it's not from no mine |
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So we're not just living for a token |
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[Hook] |