| Waking up to instrumentals playing, Smoke up in the ceiling fan
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| Complicated wordplay but really I’m a simple man
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| I like my weather good, I like my women hood
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| I keep it one hundred, and get misunderstood
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| Don’t get my words twisted now, we ain’t all the same
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| Some got a silver spoon, others have a ball and chain
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| Some wish you all the best, some wish you all the pain
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| Life’s a game and I’m trying to make the hall of fame
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| This society asks you to pick a side
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| Every minute of your life, three hundred and sixty five
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| Red or blue, big or small, yes or no, right or wrong
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| The difference between the two is the feeling of I belong
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| Yeah, we in the middle of all this
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| The temperature’s rising like the middle of August
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| They litter the airwaves, you pick up the garbage
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| Big dreams coming out this little apartment
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| All I know is keep it cool
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| I stay calm
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| They ask me «How you do that?» |
| «What is this fool on?»
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| A little bit of this, a little bit of that
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| It’s the whole lot of nothing that keeps me on track
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| All I know is keep it cool
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| I stay calm
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| They ask me «How you do that?» |
| «What is this fool on?»
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| A little bit of this, a little bit of that
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| It’s the whole lot of nothing that keeps me on track
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| Never reached six digits in my bank account
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| Credit score red, same color that I paint the town
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| Three month relationship, tells me she can’t wait around
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| You can break me down, as long as my fam’s safe and sound
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| I keep the weed lit, and keep my glass full
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| I call it real talk, they call it asshole
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| I call it on the grind, she calls it selfish
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| She needs me all the time, I call her helpless
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| Is it a problem that I don’t care
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| Maybe that’s the reason that I’m stuck at almost there, it’s no fair
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| On this path, there’s no warnings or road flares
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| All is fair in love games and warfare
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| Another underdog story for the books
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| But I promise that the story is as foreign as I look
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| Waiting at the bus stop to touring on a bus
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| When the going gets tough, I keep it up
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| All I know is keep it cool
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| I stay calm
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| They ask me «How you do that?» |
| «What is this fool on?»
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| A little bit of this, a little bit of that
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| It’s the whole lot of nothing that keeps me on track
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| All I know is keep it cool
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| I stay calm
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| They ask me «How you do that?» |
| «What is this fool on?»
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| A little bit of this, a little bit of that
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| It’s the whole lot of nothing that keeps me on track |