| Yeah, dancin' just like it’s the wedding day
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| Cause we in a better place
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| The train is ahead of pace
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| Takin' us both into outer space
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| And now that we’re both awake, we’re flowin' to Rosa Lake
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| It’s pullin' us home just like the undertow quietly tuggin' at my legs
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| I’m finally in fall and everything suddenly change into a different place
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| I don’t even bother with the thought that I’ve been lost inside a jungle
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| up-to-date
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| I’m on the dark-dealing expression
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| And what I am feelin' is descend
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| Everybody got a common bud and got a lot of time to put you on it
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| And I’m just bein' honest, I’m just bein' real
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| Losin' that first deal was my college
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| Been mis-education on myself
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| Cause for every wrong turn was a toll
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| And every song I mine in gold
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| And every rhyme I don’t spit in code
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| No lookin' for certain redemption
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| Was conscious of every deception
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| The pain is a gain of reflection
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| They blind to a fadin' perception
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| Tryin' absolutely everything I can
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| To not even try and look back
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| I’m hopin' this thing stay on track
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| Cause I don’t think I’ll ever be back
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| I won’t be back
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| I just found out, there’s no way out
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| I can’t look back, it’s a one way trip
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| I’m in here now, there’s no way out
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| We can’t turn back, it’s a one way trip
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| Uh-huh
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| Good mornin' friends, you are to lend an ear
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| I’m feelin' like waxin'
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| The poetic get it while it’s copacetic
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| I’m addicted to passion
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| I’m addicted to action
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| I’m addicted to grind
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| See, I can’t turn back to the past then
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| Why would I want to rewind?
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| I’m fine most days, these micro-pains, I’m feelin' a hypochronda
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| I feel that it’s just I can’t wait to relate to the nights that beyond us
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| The nights we can wonder, and get lost with the monsters
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| While they just keep tryna pin us to genres
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| I’d sleep if I could, I probably should
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| But my mind’s lyin' by Daisy
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| I’m on my hood, and thinkin' what’s good
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| I’m watchin' the planes fly my way
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| Thinkin' if I bite, and bring you to my life
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| I might not be worthy
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| Or maybe I wouldn’t deserve me
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| It’s tricky to know what the curve be
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| From this concrete, at the swap meet
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| Where I’m steady tryin' spot them black leaks
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| It’s a petty circus I do not keep
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| Those around me who say that they not freaks
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| Maybe we’ll meet in the day shift
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| Or out with the black and the grey splits
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| However we ride to the great, Miss
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| It’s surely to be a one way trip, sayin'
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| I just found out, there’s no way out
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| I can’t look back, it’s a one way trip
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| I’m in here now, there’s no way out
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| We can’t turn back, it’s a one way trip |