| You know, you got this-
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| Fantasy in your head about-
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| Gettin' out of the life, and-
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| Settin' the core of the world on it’s ear
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| The fuck you gonna do, except hustle?
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| I’ve been living life all on my own
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| All on my own, people keep calling my phone
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| Wanting to know when I’ll be the star of the show
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| But I’m all my own, I’m all on my own
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| And I don’t want to talk about it, stop to doubt it
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| 'Cause the world is awfully crowded, but-
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| The ghost of me is haunting the throne
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| So I’ll make it there all on my own (Yeah)
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| My intermission is mixing with intermissions
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| And following intuition conflicting with my decision
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| And it is more than just business, 'cause this is for self-approval
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| And it is to make it look like I’m living for something useful
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| And it’s sad, but you know it’s true for most of you
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| Appearances distracting from the goals that you should go pursue,
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| the growing movement
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| Sue a new type of thing that you can gain from
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| To push away the past and the places that you came from
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| Day one for me was like six months ago
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| Look at where we been, but imagine where one can go
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| Its not fun to know that we just livin' to die
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| We now know how much money you can give for a lie
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| Give for a look, but how much can you give for an eye?
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| What’s the point of feeling shit if you just living to cry?
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| So, get your ass up, 'cause it’s time to make it happen
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| Always been shitty at rappin', but I practice for the passion, man
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| I’ve been living life all on my own
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| All on my own, people keep calling my phone
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| Wanting to know when I’ll be the star of the show
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| But I’m all my own, I’m all on my own
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| And I don’t want to talk about it, stop to doubt it
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| 'Cause the world is awfully crowded, but-
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| The ghost of me is haunting the throne (Yeah)
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| So I’ll make it there all on (Yeah) my own (Yeah)
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| I know like four people who truly respect the grind
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| And it’s usually left to climb in a newly perfected rhyme
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| And if time is money then free time ain’t really free
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| And sometimes I get pissed 'cause my own lyrics ain’t really me
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| They stemming from a branch of a wishlist on my Christmas tree
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| I want to be what’s taunting me, but sorry, I’m a mini-me
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| In the face of my full potential, that is the biggest me
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| Bigger than you, bigger than anybody in history
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| The challenge is a challenge, the fact that you got to maximize
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| To satisfy a lavish life and have a crazy magic time
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| And luckily I’m so damn young, 'cause, man, I have the time
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| To learn from my mistakes and grow into a mastermind
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| I’m trying to master my craft, and the problem is that I’ve got
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| Several different things to potentially make my job
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| I want to make the MLS, and also have a mili' subs
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| And also get a mili' plays, and maybe make a mili' bucks
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| A million- shit, all we ever want is more, really
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| And once I get three million, I want four milli'
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| It’s so silly, it’s so tricky, this whole cycle
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| We can never be happy, but that is so vital
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| And now, everybody’s wanting to know
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| How I can grow if I am all on my own, but-
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| I got so much time for the throne
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| And I’ll make it there all on my own |