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(Hook x2) |
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Drivin' all night through the rain |
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Tryin' to escape the pain |
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I can't get away |
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With the way I drive will I make it home alive? |
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How will I survive? |
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Cereal killer, slasher, Rip the Jacker |
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Been on America's Most and still can't be captured |
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Think about it, how am I supposed to feel? |
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If you ain't have a record deal, how would you feel? |
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In a world where it seems like you're all alone |
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Like my name didn't help the rap market grow |
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Like I'm hardly gold, like I ain't got a remarkable flow |
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When I deserved to die old and broke |
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I'd rather have an overdose doin' coke or dope or both |
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Gettin' bathed in a bathhouse by Dorothy Dandrich |
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Hailey Berry and Jennifer Lo, bending over for soap |
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What a way to go |
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A friend of mine told me that I know a lot of nothing |
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I looked him in the eyes and said at least I know something |
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I know I've been driving all night through the rain |
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And I'm lookin' for a sunny day |
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I wanna run away |
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(Hook x2) |
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I be the first one to tell you I'm an ill emcee |
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But I'm a human being and if you prick me, I bleed |
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I might bleed internally, but it's still hurting me |
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Can-i-bus is not what he deserves to be |
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I just wanna rhyme, I don't wanna beef wit you |
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But if you bite me, I'ma put my teeth in you |
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I want the whole world to say, "Canibus, I believe in you" |
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The same way, my man, Ricky Lee would do |
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Don't sterotype us, we freedom fighters |
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We drive all night through the rain wit' no wippers |
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I paid that price a couple of times |
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And when I'm on the mic, I spit double the rhymes |
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I ain't scared of the competition |
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But I want you to listen to me even when I'm not rippin' |
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I hope you never have to feel my pain |
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I hope you never have to drive all night through the rain |
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(Hook x2) |
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Will somebody please tell me, what does it take? |
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I been on promotional tours, from state-to-state |
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I've done a 100 Bars on mixtape |
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People recognize the face, but the sales don't equate |
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I guess I'll plead guilty if |
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Rippin' a rhyme is a crime |
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Cause I'ma get mine or die tryin' |
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I'm verbally inclined to shine |
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I spin like a turnbine and blow the rain clouds out the sky |
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I drive through the rain til the roads get dry |
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Bonafide Gladiator that was born to ride |
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You could never put a price on my pride |
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If I have to, I'll swim against the tide til my arms get tired |
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But I won't disappear and I will not be quiet |
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Or get pushed to the side, I will not be denied |
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Keep my eyes and ignore the pain |
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No matter how long I gotta drive through the rain |
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With the way I drive, will I make it home alive? |
