| Yeah
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| You know we’ve gotta start it off with some good shit the same shit that we’ve
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| been doing for the last four or five years
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| We ain’t never changing and we ain’t never doing any dumb shit
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| Trying to keep it real and function
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| Alright let’s get it yo
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| Why can’t I ever find enough time
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| Why do I bust rhymes and fuck dimes
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| And after ever drink feel sick when I wake up
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| Why the fuck would I like my girl the less and less she wears make up
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| Why the fuck do we sell sabotage
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| I need an iPhone 5 charged
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| Trying to get the fuck outta Dodge
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| Turn my phone on airplane mode
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| Like fuck the world
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| You know, how you fucked that girl
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| And you just fucked her world up
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| Why do I stay up late? |
| Sluts
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| Never could really relate to us
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| But the pretty ones always stuck up
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| They won’t shut up
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| I hate parties when all the kids get drunk
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| Unless I’m partaking
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| Then I’ll be the first one to pass out and do something stupid
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| And wake up on the ground naked
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| I’m shaking
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| Thinking my whole life is like bacon, overcooked
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| Why all the great rappers is overlooked
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| Why am I scared to live if I’m really just a small piece
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| Why do you care the least
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| But sometimes care the most and share a lease
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| With someone where the rent’s cheap
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| And live your whole life wondering if you dared to speak what’s on your mind
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| you might love yourself more
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| If you hate where you’re at but you go nowhere, then that problem is yours
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| Think you might drown in your thoughts
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| Better learn mind control
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| Because even when the times get hard you can still be positive, but god damn it
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| you guys keep texting me on some bullshit
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| I don’t want to hear it
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| Trying to get weird like Kanye did in '09
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| I need the spirit, oh my
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| But I still ride around getting high just to see what’s on my mind
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| I don’t really know
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| When your shit’s going nowhere, where the fuck do you go?
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| I’m trying to go up, up, up, up, up
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| You will never hold me down
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| Even when no one’s around
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| You gotta keep that soul around
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| And try not to give a fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
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| That’s how it’s supposed to be
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| So just come smoke with me
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| And keep your mind open please
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| And go up, up, up, up, up
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| You will never hold me down
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| Even when no one’s around
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| You gotta keep that soul around
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| And try not to give a fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
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| Because that’s how it’s supposed to be
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| So just come smoke with me
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| And keep your mind open please
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| Yo, we should keep talking more
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| That’s kind of the option more or less
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| I did this show in Baltimore
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| That’s when we started talking more or less
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| Fuck it, I’m out the door
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| You didn’t give a fuck that I was stressed
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| You knew that I’d when this shit
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| Now you track my moods like GPS
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| I love when you wear that skirt
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| I want a crib on the outskirts of town
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| Where they can’t talk to us
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| Or even fucking know that I’m around
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| I used to watch the news until I stopped
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| That douche from high school is now a cop
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| I’ve been growing up pretty fast
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| And I’m kinda hoping that’ll stop
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| I still think that I’m the realest out
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| Even if my numbers never back it
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| On the track do backflips, spit crack on the Macbook
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| One time almost cracked it
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| I live every day like an accident
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| And try to keep it real with my fam
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| Somewhere between feeling that I can do anything and knowing that I can
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| I’m trying to go up, up, up, up, up
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| You will never hold me down
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| Even when no one’s around
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| You gotta keep that soul around
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| And try not to give a fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
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| That’s how it’s supposed to be
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| So just come smoke with me
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| And keep your mind open please
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| And go up, up, up, up, up
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| You will never hold me down
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| Even when no one’s around
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| You gotta keep that soul around
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| And try not to give a fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
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| Because that’s how it’s supposed to be
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| So just come smoke with me
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| And keep your mind open please
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| And go up, up, up, up, up
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| You will never hold me down
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| Even when no one’s around
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| You gotta keep that soul around
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| And try not to give a fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
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| Because that’s how it’s supposed to be
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| So just come smoke with me
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| And keep your mind open please |