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Yeah man |
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I just want to be happy |
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And make music |
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Etcetera. . . |
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Yo |
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Verse 1: |
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When people ask me why I do this I stand there and appear so clueless |
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I don' t I just feel it in my bones, feels like the whole worlds got the last name " Jones" |
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And the music, is an enchanting breeze |
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Rustling through family trees |
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Making them have dancing leaves that fall off and start planting seeds |
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Yeah. . . |
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Yeah, and the new ones grow and the old ones die and the new young flow and they don' t know why but they grow so high ' till they get they own spot towering up in the sky then they wither |
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And like fresh tear drops their seeds fall and create next year' s crops |
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The cycle of music, we learn from the old but we write with a new twist |
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And as we evolve we made it |
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A universal language we all created, I- |
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Really think we' re all related |
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Sibling rivalry is the cause of hatred |
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Never met EOM but we' re peas in a pod |
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And the reason is God |
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Chorus: |
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Oh I. . . |
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Wrote this all by myself |
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But I. . . |
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But it feels like I had help |
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Oh I. . . |
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Wrote this all by myself |
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But I. . . |
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But it feels like I had help |
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From. . . |
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Verse 2: |
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This person, thing or being |
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That they call God |
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Heads in the church, they all nod |
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Yeah |
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Like we' re in agreement |
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Facts like these don' t appear in the cement |
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No hard truth, just time |
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No hard proof, just rhyme |
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No reason |
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Just rhythm |
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Season to season we' re just livin'. . . |
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And we- |
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Wake up every morning |
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Equipped with the tools of the time we were born in |
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And these tools we use to keep buildin' |
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Be- come second nature to the children |
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Passed down from a dad to a kid |
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I ain' t invent the wheel, but I' m glad someone did, ' cause if they did not then time would just stop |
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There' d be no jazz, rock roll or hip-hop |
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But we got infinite sums of choices |
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We' ve come a long way since just drums and voices man. . . |
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This can' t be random |
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To well planned for nobody to have a hand in |
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Never met EOM but he seems like a friend now |
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Digital, musical pen-pal |
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Chorus: |
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Oh I. . . |
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Wrote this all by myself |
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But I. . . |
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But it feels like I had help |
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Oh I. . . |
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Wrote this all by myself |
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But I. . . |
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But it feels like I had help |
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Man. . . |
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Yeah |
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I wrote this all by myself |
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But I know that I had help |
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Yeah I wrote this by myself but I know, in my soul, that I had a little help from somethin' much bigger than me |
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G-o-d or whatever he be |
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I don' t know man, I don' t know fam |
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Freestyle going to get with the program |
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No man. . . |
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Can do it any better than me, a veteran emcee in the place to be |
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We do the. . . |
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Freestyle |
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Going off the green-mile |
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That' s what suckers do |
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What wack motherfuckers do |
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I mean, who are you to test me? |
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I' m cool like Nestea |
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And sweet like Nestl. . . |
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Chocolate when I' m rocking it. . . |