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I?m wanderin free..just living in a dream.. |
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Every day that goes by..is the same old thing |
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(Verse 1) |
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I push myself out of bed and wrestle with the clock |
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Every day this battle?s fought, snooze buttons a flop |
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But today I win the struggle, with time to cuddle |
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Embrace my girl to keep my mind outta trouble |
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Hear the bubble of the bong envelope the smoke |
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Clear the bowl take a toke leaving me in a choke |
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?ring? your a joke! all in my ear through the phone |
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That?s my OTHER girl, the one that hates when I?m stoned |
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So I?m torn but I know where my heart is |
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But the temptress's so inventive when I spark it |
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Seducin me with her words in different ways I never heard |
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The pipe or the girl.. which one do I prefer? |
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Thinking too much, I need to get my ass to school |
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Always late to class in fact barely getting through |
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Grades are slippin, minds flippin on me |
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Thinking crazy thoughts man it?s like a dream |
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I?m wanderin free..just living in a dream.. |
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Every day that goes by..is the same old thing |
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(Verse 2) |
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So now I?m on the shame train bus 23 |
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Thinkin bout friends, foes and family |
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Like how my best friend was family to me |
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Till making friends with the foe to become my enemy |
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But see, times weren?t always ugly like that |
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From first girl kiss to thrown fist he had my back |
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Until his train of thought got derailed off track |
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By that rock known as crack placed in his path |
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But how could I tell? he played it off real well |
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Smooth talker with the ladies who made his stories gel |
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In and out of jail with babies on the way |
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Kicked out of his crib, so with me I let him stay |
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Loaning him cash for rainy days and entertainment |
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But at that rate, sun rays came like his payments |
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In fact, his payback robbing the crib like R. Kelly |
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Money taken from me, like he was not guilty |
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And never found exit only his next hit |
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His will power had biceps but couldn't flex it |
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Now he?s in prison forgiven I won't forget |
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Our youth and how surreal this life can get... |
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I?m wanderin free..just living in a dream.. |
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Every day that goes by..is the same old thing |
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(Verse 3) |
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Yo my exit?s here, i hit the bell for the bus stop |
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Still in a zone, herb does that when you must talk |
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My girls waiting, arms folded with that look |
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The look that makes me want to go to sleep or read text books |
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Man what do I tell her, I know who I?d choose |
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But before my lips could move, she leaves me confused |
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Off in the distance, she's shrinking from view |
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But I guess that?s the truth on this path I pursue |
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Where focus is gone, smoking every night |
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Choking from bongs, blunts, pipes, and this life |
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I need to make things right I wanna feel what?s real |
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Cause livin? in a dream got my purpose concealed |
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So I gaze at my classmates, running with backpacks |
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Rushing like they cared so much what if I had that? |
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I ask that as I pick up me feet |
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Showered by sunrays but wandering free |
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And blend into the scene where things aint what they seem |
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Into a scene where things ain?t what they seem |
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Searching for a moment of clarity? |
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It?s like I?m living in a dream. |