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I took some time off just to see the world |
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I live hoppin' in my |
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Jordan 4's |
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The box logo |
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T Bermuda shorts, clean resorts, full of tan women |
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Cooler feel, cold bottles in them |
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Stretched out like the 7th indent |
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My 7th heaven is some miles away |
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But I'll just sit here, |
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American dream in this beach here today |
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Leave my troubles in the past years and try and stay humble |
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When the clouds clear cause nobody was around here |
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When everybody doubted yea |
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Now it's open letters and gift mail |
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Kind words from strangers that don't sit well |
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And every chick |
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I meet is out to get mel |
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I feel Safe on this island, all my thoughts are locked away |
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Safe on this island, a treasure full of diamonds |
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Gems for the rhymin', |
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I drop them every now and then |
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Black and |
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Mild, smoke through the wind |
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Ashes on the pages of my journal made from snake skin |
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Staring in the ocean where the greats swim |
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I'm thinking 'bout jumping in |
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Came a long way from jumping tens |
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Switches on the |
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Impala, tires so skinny |
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I was bouncing on rims (Popping my color) |
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Listening to a pimp, |
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UGK ish I was underground then and still underground now |
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Difference is |
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I'm under palm trees, not trying to be found |
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Close my eyes and breathe (just breathe) |
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And suddenly, |
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I can feel a breeze (feel a breeze) |
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Let yourself float away cause you spent every day strugglin' |
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I know that my escape is an island, just an island away |
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They said don't let this money ever change me |
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Or let MMG play me |
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Or none of these music niggas downgrade me |
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They say in the land of many |
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I'm king A savior to the whole dream |
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The same player who kept his goal clean |
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Khaki starch and his shirt sting |
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Shoot strings held my pants up |
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Now I'm hoopla dancing with my thumbs up |
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Scuba diving in my sun trups |
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Scrooge Mc |
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Duck with these big bucks |
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Green fingers from this paper countin' |
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Made enough last year to put my mama next to mountains |
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But who's counting, drowning |
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Or should |
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I say basting in his glory |
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Poor boy, the wealthy man is |
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Hawal in my story |
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When it's all said and done, in this life |
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I had fun and did what |
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I love Had no regrets, held no grudge |
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White doves and seagulls remind me of my travels |
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Spread my wings and fly away |
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Don't cry if |
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I should die today |
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I left my mark every mile |
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I stay Collect my thoughts and paddle away |
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You can collect my thoughts and paddle away |
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Close my eyes and breathe (just breathe) |
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And suddenly, |
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I can feel a breeze (feel a breeze) |
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Let yourself float away cause you spent every day strugglin' |
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I know that my escape is an island, just an island away |
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I was underground then and still underground now |
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Difference is |
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I ain't tryna be found |
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I ain't tryna be found |
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I was underground then and still underground now |
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Difference is |
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I ain't tryna be found |
