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I, I got so much to say |
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Don't even know how to say it |
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All this hype, all this noise |
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I'm ready |
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First stop high school rookie |
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Not a single fan writing rhymes playing hookie |
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Back around the time |
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Fred Durst got nookie |
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Couple years before my ass had ever seen pussy |
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Yeah, young |
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Sammy with a fantasy |
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Found my mind first time |
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I blew a gram of tree |
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Used to hate on my brotha cause |
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I didn't see |
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That good weed made a shackled man feel free |
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But they could never see that, nope |
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And my music seemed weak |
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Embarrassed to play me tracks embarrassed to be me |
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Yeah, stepped up with my levels on the beats |
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Made a damn anthem for my high school team |
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But no features, packed bleachers hearing myself blast out of car speakers |
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And that's when |
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I started to believe and finally realized |
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I should let myself succeed (I should let myself succeed) |
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And when I leave stage, and the limelight |
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And the groupie girls, when the times right |
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And I fly home back to my life |
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With my fam around me yeah it sounds right |
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When I leave |
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LA with my mind right |
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On a couch at home for the whole night |
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No drugs here, just love here |
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Just love here |
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Next stop tears in my eyes |
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Remembering the person |
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I was so set to disguise |
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Packing up for college no parents at the time |
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Starting a new chapter of |
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Sammy Adams life |
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Write, and my got better |
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Spittin everyday new vocabs clever |
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I Hate College allowed me to enter |
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The realm of popularity |
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I thought |
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I'd reach never |
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Ever, and loves an endeavor |
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I want my girl to love me but my music wont let her |
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Chasing all my dreams while |
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I float like a feather |
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Yeah, and my grades going south, |
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But as an intellectual |
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I needed to get out so |
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I visited to see what it was bout |
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And being close to |
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Boston it made a better route |
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These fake ass promoters stay running their mouth |
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Reacting to what they say with a handful of doubt, ouch |
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And when I leave stage, and the limelight |
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And the groupie girls, when the times right |
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And I fly home back to my life |
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With my fam around me yeah it sounds right |
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When I leave |
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LA with my mind right |
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On a couch at home for the whole night |
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No drugs here, just love here |
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Just love here |
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Third stop, waiting at my gate, |
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This home sick feeling is something |
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I cant shake |
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But make no mistake |
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I was born to do this |
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Born to make music, boy |
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I'm gon' prove it |
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I can't sleep on the flight |
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Which isn't helping out cause |
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I can't sleep at night |
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And even with some |
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Ambien a half of bar bites [?] |
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Consumes my damn stomach which continues to be tight |
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Yeah, and my dreams will ignite |
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On hooks while we fight |
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Fan base broad, real click slight |
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Focused on point |
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I'm tryin to live right |
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Right and |
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I'm about to graduate |
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And all these agencies know how to aggravate, |
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I wish they would just leave me alone |
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I just wanna go home, |
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I just wanna go home (but I also want the throne) |
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And when I leave stage, and the limelight |
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And the groupie girls, when the times right |
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And I fly home back to my life |
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With my fam around me yeah it sounds right |
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When I leave |
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LA with my mind right |
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On a couch at home for the whole night |
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No drugs here, just love here |
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Just love here |
