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[Verse 1:] |
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Feel like I'm slackin' with my children |
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Focusing on rap tryna back and shake the building |
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In a race with my own race, just to raise the roof |
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And I ain't talking 'bout the ceiling |
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Here's something to believe in: |
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No sleep, cause you're livin' what you're dreamin' |
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And it's the lesson in itself |
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I've my son to call me dad when I miss the parents evenings |
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Amazed I'm still breathin'; |
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Every other shot I feel my insides bleedin'. |
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Grandad, turnin' in his grave, |
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Cah I promised that I'll be there for my gran when she's grievin' |
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I used to be a man of my word; |
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Now, time seems to have got the best of my sentence |
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In that case I'll have to adjourn, |
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Cause the thought of an excuse is just as bad as the intention |
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[Hook:] |
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Excuse me, my friend |
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I think I might've hit my head |
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Excuse me, my friend |
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I don't remember who I am |
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Cause I'm holdin' on tryna be somebody |
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But it won't be long before I need somebody |
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Forgiveness, asking for forgiveness (hey, hey, hey, hey) [x4] |
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[Verse 2:] |
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Went to church to pray for a top ten |
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Then I went number 5, I ain't been back again |
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But when my jewellery friend phones |
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Like they got new rings I'll most likely attend |
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Hoppin' out a new benz, start the car from outside |
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When is this gonna end? |
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My mum's still livin' in the endz, |
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Spent jibs on tha wrist before I put her with celebs |
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I'm still livin' like a wretch |
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All I hear is fuck, fuck |
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All the girls have got tourettes |
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And no I don't wanna bet |
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Even the odd bird wanna take me to the nest |
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I swear I only came for the music, but the more I touch notes, |
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It's like the more I get stupid |
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It's a gift and a curse, but before I blame myself, |
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I'm a say it's what the tune did |
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[Hook:] |
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Excuse me, my friend |
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I think I might've hit my head |
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Excuse me, my friend |
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I don't remember who I am |
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Cause I'm holdin' on tryna be somebody |
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But it won't be long before I need somebody |
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Forgiveness, asking for forgiveness (hey, hey, hey, hey) [x4] |
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[Outro:] |
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My shows home, go go this is my entrance |
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I raise the bar, pole volt it's rapathletics |
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A famous star on his own counting blessings |
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A loner no-one phones, I get the message |