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[** feat. T.I.:] |
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[Chorus: ~B.O.B~] |
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Just because I'm losing doesn't mean I'm lost* |
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They gave me nothing but doubt |
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First they waited then hated then counted me out |
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Just because I'm losing doesn't mean I'm stuck |
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They say I lost my way |
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But first I showed em then I sold em right in front of their face |
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[Verse 1: ~B.O.B~] |
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Well this is the World that we living |
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One minute you the hero the next you the villain |
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We got up in this game just to try to make a living |
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We hit you with the truth while you watching television |
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But still these are the cards that we dealt |
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They kick you on the ground when you most need help |
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Until you dried up and they sit you on the shelf |
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Then you start to cry because you all by yourself |
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So just know if you are aware of the belt |
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The only way to excel is the soul that you sell |
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So I could care less about the clothes on myself |
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I'm trying to drive straight on a road made of nails |
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Yeah, I got to pay the toll if I fell |
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Or else it would be another story to tell |
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I'm getting to the door I can tell |
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I'm just waiting on the day till the glory prevails |
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[Repeat Chorus:] |
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[Verse 2: ~T.I.~] |
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All I know is keep going, sh-t don't stop |
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Until the huss double up put the click on top |
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Used to wanna have the bricks on lock |
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Til we went to prison saw we couldn't pick them locks |
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Easy decision now a n-gga think I lost my touch |
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Listen if I ain't the realest ever done it I ain't off by much |
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So please don't wake me up if I'm dreaming in the fast lane speedin' no safety belt |
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And it's a marathon pace yourself |
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In this race for wealth talkin' sh-t just a waste of breath |
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Chasing me like chasing your tail your never gon catch it |
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Respect is something you never get if you never had it |
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I'm looking back and laughing this life of mine |
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Bought me all the way here form my life of crime |
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Just a constant reminder that the end I'll be always the one who knows all see's all |
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Because... |
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[Repeat Chorus:] |
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[Verse 3: ~B.o.B~] |
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Yeah, well these are my predictions |
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I'll be on the top 40 with a big hit |
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Travelling the World trying not to get sick |
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And I'm a get more friends on my friends on my friends list |
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And then after that I'll be famous |
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And everyone I know will tell me that I'm changing |
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And then my cell phone will never stop ringing |
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And I'll be all over magazine pages |
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Yeah and they'll play my songs till they boring |
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And if I ever do stop touring they treat me like a foreigner |
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Don't believe me ask Lauren... |
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[Repeat Chorus:] |