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[Intro:] Yo, you gotta feel this, |
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Yeah, you gotta feel this |
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Hey yo it's that mad, |
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Lifestyle's emotional it's that sad |
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I missed my mum's birthday, had a show |
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That bad Ups and downs, mis-haps, problems mount, |
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That large |
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Street clowns and hood rats are speaking |
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Out they're that loud |
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I'm focused, music in and out |
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I'm breathing it |
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Close ones they miss me |
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They're really not feeling it |
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I ain't seen my girl for days |
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Ain't seen my bed for days |
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Something keeps me going |
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I'm enjoying |
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Every bit of it |
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Every little bit of it |
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You gotta feel this |
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Wiley said |
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Tinch you gotta |
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Kill this |
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And that was '03 and now |
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I've got this |
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Straight up original |
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I ain't dealing with no |
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Remix Had it all planned out and the man dem |
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Was a part of it |
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Music game's ****ed up it's nutin' like we |
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Thought of it |
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Messed up it's all a bit mad |
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I'm trying |
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To work with it |
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Let me do the hard part then'we'll all |
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Have some fun with it [Chorus: x2] |
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Here I go |
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I'm landing |
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I'm landing |
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But there's no one around me where |
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I'm standing |
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I'm nearly there |
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I'm counting |
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I'm counting |
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Step by step we climb mountains |
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And they're telling me |
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I'm better off, |
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Telling me |
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I'm doing well, |
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Look into the eyes and |
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I clearly see |
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I've pissed them off (snakes). |
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Talk about me so hard, like have you seen |
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Stryder's new car, |
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No keys, pushes one button then he's off star, |
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Off gaurd, not me |
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I'll be walking |
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On the moon tonight, |
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Not scarred but who's to know how |
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Deep I really bleed inside, |
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Yeah, but |
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I'm a Virgo not a |
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Gemini, I can see the future and |
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I'm done with these |
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Silly guys, |
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No time for many games, |
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Lava mouth, spitting flames, |
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Now things have fully changed - |
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I'm trying to |
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Get the plauges in frames, |
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But they won't let me do my thing, |
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Stop trying to block up my road up, |
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I can switch |
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My lanes, |
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In my face they're smiling up, |
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Behind my back they're lining up, |
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The day I dig myself a hole, push me down |
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Deep enough, |
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My head's telling me mad things, like pick it up, let it off, |
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I go with my heart and my bag's packed, |
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I'm jetting off. [Chorus: x2] |
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Here I go |
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I'm landing |
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I'm landing |
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But there's no one around me where |
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I'm standing |
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I'm nearly there |
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I'm counting |
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I'm counting |
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Step by step we climb mountains [Middle 8:] |
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So I ask, why? |
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I ain't gettin no answers, |
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Again I ask why, |
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Still ain't gettin the answer, |
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I'm taking my chances, [Chorus: x4] |
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Here I go |
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I'm landing |
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I'm landing |
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But there's no one around me where |
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I'm standing |
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I'm nearly there |
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I'm counting |
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I'm counting |
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Step by step we climb mountains |
