| I don’t really know what the future gonna hold
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| I just want the things that I dreamed to come true
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| I don’t really know all the things you’ve been told
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| Just wanna tell the story of the boy named Hue
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| And I don’t really know what’s left in store
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| But I ain’t pretending perfection no more
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| They say I’m not a star and they’re probably right
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| But I didn’t work my whole life to take their advice
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| Don’t look like Channing Tatum, can’t sing like JT
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| But one thing I will never do is let it break me
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| Opposite of a winner, cards on the table, I bust
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| But for once it’s time to say enough is enough and fight back
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| They used to say I was a wanna-be but the thing about me is
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| I can be whoever I wanna be, I’ve been down, I can make it rich or poor
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| And the only time I’m ever selling out is on tour
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| So if I say I’m a winner, then I’m a mother fucking winner
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| Time to give them something they can remember
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| Yeah!
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| I’m really just like you
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| Never thought I’d be a rapper
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| Just did it cause it was cool
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| Just a stubborn kid, I was never supposed to be this
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| At first they were Lindsay Lohans, everybody was the meanest
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| Now they got high hopes for me
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| I’m the fucking voice
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| For these average ass kids who never had a choice
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| But to follow the leader and go to class
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| Make 60k in a year, then get half of that shit taxed
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| So I dropped out, gave up everything in hopes to get something
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| My mom lost hers, so I get her the crib she wanted
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| And from where I stand my fans were the only help
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| Told the label I’ll call them later and did it myself
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| Always knew who I was gonna be
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| Never been who they want from me
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| All alone, all by myself
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| Did my own thing without no help
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| Tried to tell me, tried to sell me short
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| But I determined my worth
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| From that West Virginia dirt
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| My gift, my fear, my curse |