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Hell yeah... |
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It's an everyday struggle |
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Tryin' to get out, tryin' to get out, tryin' to make it |
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Check this out nigga, what[Hook] |
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I'm stuck in between a rock and a hard place |
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Bad luck is what results from my paper chase |
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I keep lookin' but it ain't no doors |
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So I don't wanna look no mo', what |
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I'm stuck in between a rock and a hard place |
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Bad luck is what results from my paper chase |
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I keep lookin' but it ain't no doors |
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So I don't wanna look no mo', what[Verse 1] |
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I need to get away to another day or place and time |
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And find where reality can ease my mind |
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And shine on me like the sun to the |
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EarthFor what it's worth, my turf is rough and rugged so |
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I gave birth |
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To a dream where cream lies between |
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All the dirt and the gravel so |
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I battle to achieve my green |
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And still try to move forward at a steady pace |
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Cause bad luck is interferin' with my paper chase |
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So I erase the crime lies and sad cries |
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With sore eyes and keep mine's on an uprise |
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But it don't work cause |
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I'm steady gettin' jerked |
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By my neighborhood, up to no good, where bad niggas lurk |
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They urk me, leavin' effects that's too negative |
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So Ludacris is lookin' for a better place to live |
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And I can't stand it, it's really got me buggin' |
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It's like |
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I'm in a war and |
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I just keep on tuggin' |
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Cause I'm[Hook][Verse 2] |
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I try to find a way outta this maze, it's got me crazed |
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I'm in a daze, so many ways to boost into a different phase |
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But I can't thank, |
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I can't do nothin', you think |
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I'm frontin' |
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You hear me gruntin' |
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Lord, you ain't even sayin' nothin' |
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I need some currency before there's an emergency |
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Forget crimes, |
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I won't let my mind get the best of me |
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It's not gon' happen, |
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I'm trapped in two worlds |
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On one side |
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I see diamonds, on the other |
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I see pearls |
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It's a whirlwind disaster with two damn sides |
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So I'm gone with the wind then come right back with the tide |
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I keep my eyes on the skies and my head in the clouds |
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And when my mouth is shut up, it makes my thoughts get loud |
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Just like a crowd in a stadium, bills |
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I be cravin' em' |
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Money makin' schemes locked up in my cranium |
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Cause I need outta this critical situation |
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My mind's in jail, |
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I don't know the time that it's facin' |
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Cause I'm[Hook][Verse 3] |
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I'm sick of knockin', |
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I'm sick of clockin' |
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I'm sick of droppin' in a hole, never reachin' my goal |
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It's got my soul separated into pieces, it just increases |
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I'm hit with anger like a cook is hit with hot greases |
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So if you understood my attitude |
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Maybe you'd feel what |
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I'm feelin' |
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And it'd start appealin' |
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To ya intellect and aspect of dreams and aspirations |
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Deaf by temptations, even got my hart pacin' |
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So I'm tracin' a line where |
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I can find a better path |
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And make it last, sit back and laugh before the aftermath |
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The tragic flaw is what makes it raw |
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So let it thaw and |
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I'll get through it even if |
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I have to crawl |
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My way, I see the sun and there's no delay |
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I'ma pray, cause the |
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Lord'll make a brighter day |
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Or will he keep me in this holding cell |
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But enough with the questions, the only story to tell is that |
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I'm[Hook] |
