| If you looking for me
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| I’m where the palm trees breeze
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| My attention is at ease
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| I’m at peace
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| I ain’t fighting with a dark knight
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| Concentrated like a Sunny Delight
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| And got my sights set on the stars above me
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| Love of my life by my side, I’m lucky
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| To be here, I see clear, my feet near the waves
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| Current thoughts flooding the page
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| I’m like amazed in this stage of life
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| Where I’m living for the moment
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| I plug ‘em in the picture, HD with the components
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| Of your mind, flying through the skies like I’m Diddy Kong
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| Racing against time ‘cause lately we don’t get along
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| Been losing grip on the hours in the days
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| Was bitter for a minute but that was only a phase
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| Like that Call of Duty clan
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| Live my life in a maze
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| Chasing the cheese, it almost led me to the grave
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| For real
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| And I ain’t got no Mercedes Benz
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| Just ATs and a couple friends
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| Through this lens I can see over the water
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| Soon I’ll be on that Midnight Train to Georgia
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| Huh, now can you picture that?
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| Click, click, click
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| Tell me can you picture that? |
| Now picture that
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| Tell me can you picture that? |
| Now picture that
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| Tell me can you picture that? |
| Huh?
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| Frame it, claim it, that Kodak, you know that
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| Memories of that old me, I’ll never go back
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| I stack blue ink on these pages fat hardly thin
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| But these clowns red and black, like it’s Harley Quinn
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| Then I lose ‘em in a translation of the scroll
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| While I scroll past comments left by the trolls
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| I control, alt delete task, I’m my own management
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| Devil in they ear, and fear what abanishment
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| I’m used to abandonment, from foster home to home
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| No friends, I was always alone
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| But I kept the music on, melodies became my bestie
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| Skin color brown, police wanna arrest me
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| Know teachers, they test me
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| They all on my testes
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| But I’m a different breed, you gotta respect steez
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| Please, I’m ahead of my time
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| Skating power lines, I ain’t never scared of the grind
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| Never, ever
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| And I ain’t got no Mercedes Benz
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| Just ATs and a couple friends
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| Through this lens I can see over the water
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| Soon I’ll be on that Midnight Train to Georgia
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| Huh, now can you picture that?
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| Click, click, click
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| Tell me can you picture that? |
| Now picture that
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| Tell me can you picture that? |
| Now picture that
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| Tell me can you picture that? |
| Huh?
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| Picture that, picture that, picture that that that
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| Picture that, picture that, picture that that that
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| Picture that, picture that, picture that that that
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| Picture that, picture that, picture that that that
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| Look
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| You don’t know about the struggle
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| What you know about
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| Going days without food, steady having doubts?
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| Nobody give you handouts
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| Fam leave you hanging
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| And the wrong words get you shot thanks to gangbanging
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| Man, but let me hold my tongue
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| Was getting high just to balance all the lows I done
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| You gotta go my son
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| Granny told me from the clouds
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| You learn from the journey
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| Just know that I’m proud of the man you became
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| I hold your picture close to my heart
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| The frames in my mind gives me hope when I start
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| To lose sight on the bigger picture
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| It’s for the people
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| Just know that I’m here wit’cha
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| Ya know?
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| And I ain’t got no Mercedes Benz
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| Just ATs and a couple friends
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| Through this lens I can see over the water
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| Soon I’ll be on that Midnight Train to Georgia
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| Huh, now can you picture that?
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| Click, click, click
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| Tell me can you picture that? |
| Now picture that
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| Tell me can you picture that? |
| Now picture that
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| Tell me can you picture that? |
| Huh?
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| Through this lens I can see the whole galaxy
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| Voice of the generation ‘cause it gotta be
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| Can you picture that? |