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The world we live in, requires us to develop this ego |
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It defends us from criticism and hides our insecurities |
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And we wear this facade as a badge of pride so long |
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that we forget what's truly underneath |
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It's the points where we at our loneliest and darkest moments |
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that it becomes apparent, there's still, so much |
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Dead or alive I will survive, yo I'm tried and true |
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Trials that you get through and tribulations that'll send you |
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to the nuthouse, big house or dirt dig'd out of the earth |
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and headstone just to honor your worth (just to honor your worth) |
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Engraved with your birthdate and models poppin bottles at the bar |
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A big car that we brawl over, the way it's are |
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We gettin over even classy in the Range Rover |
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He feels threatened, protectin his thoughts as a soldier |
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The older we grow, the more sober gets old |
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The high, of adrenaline barely compares to modern medicine |
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Then again if we lived like we supposed to |
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Smokin chronic, drinkin tonic out in Acapulco, you say "Let's go" |
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But it would probably drive us loco, enough to go postal |
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Fuck around and have a choke-hold on a local |
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Until you see the po-po, I'd say the system definitely hope so |
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There's so much that's in my soul, yo |
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[x2:] |
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So much we need to know, so much we need to blow |
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So much that we need to show, so much that it's in my soul |
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So much we need to grow, so much we'll never fold |
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So much that a nigga owe, so much that it's in my soul |
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So much... |
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[piano plays to the end] |
