| Look for the stars
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| Look for the roaming crowd
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| And I will not be there
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| Look for the roses
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| They love me, they didn’t
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| And I’m still a misfit
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| Come together like a hundred different strands
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| Wanna make God laugh well just tell Him your plans
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| Oooh! |
| That’s right (that's right)
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| My life sorta like a Coogi sweater
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| Oooh! |
| That’s right
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| My life like a Coogi Sweater
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| Started rapping with my boys as a hobby
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| Driving to the mall freestyling in a car seat
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| Homie, I never ever thought that I’d be here
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| Went from sitting all alone to a beach chair
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| Homie, what I look like tryna get approval
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| All these funny looking rappers in their cool clothes
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| Independent rappers touring off of TuneCore
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| And I’ll be repping Misfit Gang to my funeral
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| This is how it goes and I know it’s so beautiful
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| Cause to be doing what I’m doing it’s unusual
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| And if I didn’t mention God I’d be stupid though
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| (Cause, literally, He’s amazing so… uuh)
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| This is how I’m living tryna finish up an album
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| Gotta hustle everyday never had a how come
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| Two years before they were asking were you found em'
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| I feel like Wu-Tang, '93 Shaolin
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| I just wanna live young, party with my misfits
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| Always was a stand out never tried to fit in
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| And I’m a do me, I never try to give in
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| Everybody got a co-sign, we’re the ones who didn’t homie
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| Oooh! |
| That’s right (that's right)
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| My life sorta like a Coogi sweater
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| Oooh! |
| That’s right
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| My life like a Coogi Sweater
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| Fernie shot a text with the dragon face (ERR!)
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| So I hit him with the whales
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| Me and my lady doing real good
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| Young boy bout to take a trip to Zales, that’s trill!
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| Never ever thought that I would settle down
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| Every other city I was running round, shutting down stages
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| Places and states with amazing ladies
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| But after all that I found my favorite
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| White boy with the black gauges
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| Growing up I didn’t have belts I had laces
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| Mamma working overnight never did the day shift, bat life
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| Now I live the rap life, how the heck he made it?
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| Aw! |
| Scratching on their head like they had lice
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| Now I gotta catch the last flight
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| Cause I got church in the AM, preach!
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| Call me Uncle Drew they don’t know who they playing with boy
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| There’s levels to this weird, levels to this beard
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| Rappers I grew up on now on levels with my peers
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| I’m down at the piers, pan sear the Ahi
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| Coogi sweater it was knitted by the Aussies
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| Oooh! |
| That’s right (that's right)
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| My life sorta like a Coogi sweater
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| Oooh! |
| That’s right
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| My life like a Coogi Sweater
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| From my cousin pop lock with the L this your song
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| Singing from the yard 'cause it’s so strong
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| Street life met me at like 16
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| Lil jit stunting on them bikes having big dreams
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| 18 painting pictures like Sistines
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| 99' had the double din big screen
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| For two years drove my Honda round the big tree
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| 2005 signed to Sony rocking this scheme
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| And time flies seen 'em throw it at me
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| I’m a G did mine with the Lord beside me
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| The whole time I was there they hadn’t tried me
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| Respect goes a long way, I noticed that actually
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| And now back to the streets
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| They still playing keeps, y’all still staying asleep
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| When the enemy’s out there devouring the weak
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| And you worry 'bout your petty little salary this week
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| You see, they got you thinking bout the wrong thing
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| Promoting real heavy like Don King
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| And this is that flow y’all been waiting for
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| So listen to the words that the song sings
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| Fern
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| Oooh! |
| That’s right (that's right)
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| My life sorta like a Coogi sweater
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| Oooh! |
| That’s right
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| My life like a Coogi Sweater
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| Ay yo, um, catch me in Washington Heights
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| Not speaking English
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| Haha
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| Aaah! |