| Lately it’s been the same thing
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| I end up thinking about all the things I’ve been through
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| It’s so crazy
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| And I’ve been just rolling, looking for something
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| And it’s getting to me
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| I just want to believe…
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| That there’s something real
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| That there’s something true
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| That there’s something more than just what’s in store
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| People search the world for what’s comfortable
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| Give your son in mind
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| If it’s wasting time
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| And sometimes I feel, and sometimes I feel
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| And sometimes I feel, and sometimes I feel sorry
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| But this can’t be real
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| I don’t have to feel sorry
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| I don’t have to feel sorry
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| Lately it’s been the same thing
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| But I say I need no help
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| I just keep it to myself
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| My OG said love yourself
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| But eviction doesn’t help
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| These addictions on my health
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| I’m just trying to tell myself that…
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| That there’s something real
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| That there’s something true
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| That there’s something more than just what’s in store
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| People search the world for what’s comfortable
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| Give your son in mind
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| If it’s wasting time
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| And sometimes I feel, and sometimes I feel
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| And sometimes I feel, and sometimes I feel sorry
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| But this can’t be real
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| I don’t have to feel sorry
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| I don’t have to feel sorry
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| I hate to say my life is on the line for this
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| Safe to say I’m going out my mind for this
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| Self-inflicted wounds of a hustler
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| I can’t help but feel I gave my muscle up
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| Drinking out the bottle, ain’t no message in this bottle
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| I’m just messy with my idols, I done failed a million times
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| Sold a million rhymes to a million different souls
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| Don’t give me a million dollars, I ain’t got no self-control
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| And I wonder will I ever make a change, I gotta know
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| Settle down with wife and kids, stop messing with these (Woah!)
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| Make a honest living, give a tenth of that to God
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| Open up the heavens, let me beat up on my odds
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| Cause I don’t need no pity up in my party
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| And I don’t see no shame in being honest
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| And I can only be what I’ma be
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| And I can only see what I’ma see sometimes
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| And sometimes I feel, and sometimes I feel
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| And sometimes I feel, and sometimes I feel so good
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| But this can’t be real
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| I don’t have to feel sorry
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| I don’t have to feel sorry |