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[Verse 1: Oddisee] |
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One time for setbacks |
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One time for progress |
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Have hatred for the matrix or fall in love with the process |
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Not enough sleeping |
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Way too many prospects |
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Always feeling fatigue but I have yet to need alarm set |
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I'm just bout the realest of things |
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Ain't that the logic? |
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Lie awake with a dream and then fall asleep with a concept |
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I hear a lot of chatter about hustling on the daily |
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But when did the discussion come pay me? Never |
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This the man that's behind the words that do whatever it takes |
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I'm not too proud to eat the scrapings off plates |
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Turn your nose up |
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You're missing out |
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What this about |
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Having holdups? |
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Well you can eat the chips on your shoulder |
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Know what |
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That ain't something that you can learn |
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But on the way you could earn |
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Rode through the fixes and the clenches |
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Never make a U-Turn |
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And if you do |
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You ain't ready for what anything cost |
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Youngin' you soft |
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Run along with your loss and step off |
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[Hook: Oddisee] |
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You ain't got the skills for this |
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Nah, you ain't got the build for this |
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Nah, you ain't got the real for this |
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You ain't got the chill for this |
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Nah, you ain't got the smarts for this |
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Nah, you ain't got the art for this |
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You ain't got the ear for this |
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Nah, you ain't got the tears for this |
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Nah, you ain't got the feel for this |
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You ain't got the years for this |
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Nah, you ain't got the heart for this |
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Nah, you ain't got the heart for this |
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Turn it up |
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[Verse 2: Oddisee] |
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When do I not have a lot on my mind |
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Contemplating what to do with my time |
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I'm pursuing a grind that runs faster than my passion and I'm |
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Tryna match it with the habit to shine |
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Money coming and going |
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Predict the pattern what I'm tryna define |
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Already knowing is a tragic decline |
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Before the show end |
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Show up with a "I know what" instead of "why" |
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The answer ain't in the sky don't expect a reply |
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I'm just expecting decline |
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I'm scared to death that |
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This the best I'ma get before God come and collect his breath back |
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[Arabic?] |
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So I don't sweat that |
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I got a lot of blessings at stake |
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And I would hate to take them all in the vein |
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Like I was shooting up base |
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I'm in the trap you might know it as states |
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A Murryland boy who wants the world to rejoice at my recording of tapes |
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Y'all don't hear me why |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 3: Oddisee] |
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My mother worked the register all the way through her pregnancy |
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Less than a week from getting me she was working to better me |
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Pop's selling coke out on Lanny Park in the 70's |
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He hustled for the struggle to stop the troubles ahead of me |
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That's when he had a diner off of New Hampshire Ave |
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Didn't last, Reaganomics set the market to crash |
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When I'm back home I always make a point to go past |
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To see the spot as a reminder of how good could go bad |
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This the world that I inherited |
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Furthered it through the murderous weekend meager the nervousness |
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Look at me I'm impervious |
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Take your best shot and make sure that I'm done |
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Cause if I'm not I'll come back to take the life from your lung |
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I fight The Good Fight |
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The merits of my actions is slow |
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Overnight: Nothing worth it would grow |
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This I learned from the modest of folks |
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Fake artists with your targets' to blow |
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Y'all implode |
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We ain't guarding your soul |
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Yeah |
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[Hook] |
