| La música es, la música es
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| La música es, la música es
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| Mi vida-da-da-da
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| Da-da-da-da
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| La música es, la música es
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| La música es, la música es
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| Mi vida-da-da-da
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| Da-da-da-da
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| Yeah, look, bottle and cap my feelings
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| Part of my life has got to disappear to make a killing
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| Such an expensive house with glass walls and ceilings
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| The price of fame is paid off with any of my opinions
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| And don’t confuse daps in person and daps in private
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| Keep an eye on the ones that love you and try to hide it
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| Try deny it, and you gon catch me looking past it
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| Those sheets are over a bed of lies and you’re the fucking mattress
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| But it’s getting harder for them to hate
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| Taller than my shortcomings, still don’t overlook mistakes
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| Every track, set them straight: chalk line, yellow tape
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| Only one to hit a stride the same time I set a pace
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| But Lord, my feet are getting weary
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| I said I’d ride alone but I might need you here to steer me
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| This narrow road to greatness is looking like a mirage
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| The longer I keep it moving the more that I’m feeling lost…
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| Am I lost?
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| I wish I could plug a projector in my thoughts
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| A montage of my memories, the special moments caught
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| Put together an audience screening that’s therapeutic
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| Light a spliffy up and show you whatever’s left out the music
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| But I only show the past and how we’re used to living
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| I can’t let none of them in on the future vision
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| And if you getting nervous when you see a nigga winning?
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| Then you know in your heart that it’s cause you ain’t going with him
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| Nah, cause snakes don’t ever come in handy
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| I keep a circle small enough, make it part of the family
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| And the circle’s gold — we huddling for a namesake
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| Circle still small enough to try eat off the same plate
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| Cause lately I’m burning myself out
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| Opinions and comparisons — enough to lose count
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| Told who to be and what to say, shit I could do without
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| By niggas who never put in the practice from word of mouth
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| I wish that I could pick my pressures
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| Like dealing with the kind of being next up
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| Over every opinionated rapper playing dress-up
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| These are thoughts over drinks with my main thing when I fess up
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| Lord |