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Yah Beautiful |
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Dangerous season the fall of youth |
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Souls wither like gold diggers, we follow suit |
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The booth is starting to feel small |
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I should feel appalled, |
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Instead i feel it all and can't call it |
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My heroes have the heart to lose the life I wanna live, |
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In the end I'm hoping that i take less than I give, |
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We go through stages, I ain't talkin' bout gigs, |
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And I ain't talkin bout famous when I talk about big. |
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Pathetic poetics, connect my life to my words |
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Some cause play-back pain right to the nerves |
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For me it's hard to hear, that youre hard to hear |
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Didn't believe I was deaf till some check started clearin |
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Now thats a different kind of clarity, |
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And love for your brother, |
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That's a different kind of charity |
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Ya I rap fearlessly |
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But i act carelessly |
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When i'm busy on my grizzly |
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I'm a quarter bi-polar bear |
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With me, the rarest breed |
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Naw I'm just a parakeet |
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I talk what I hear |
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I do as they do |
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And I hate what I fear you see |
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A simple animal, sin is sincerity |
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But when I get carried away |
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You carry me TSOL |