| How could I ever forget you?
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| (Ever forget you?)
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| Never forget you
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| (Never forget you)
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| And I don’t expect you to feel the same way for me
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| I understand some things sometimes are meant to be
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| Forget you
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| You know, why forget you?
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| And I don’t expect you to feel the same way for me
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| I understand some things sometimes are meant to be
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| I’ve been in the game
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| And it’s all the same
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| People just wanna talk down on your name
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| And it doesn’t matter how much you have changed
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| Your only as good as your greatest mistakes
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| And so many hypocrites equally sinning
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| There’s really no difference between you and I
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| Except for the fact that I followed that someone you once
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| All up on your pages at night
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| Talk about how they ain’t doing it right
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| They don’t see I’m really moving with mine
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| Radio City the crew is behind
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| Walking with cops I’m doing divine?
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| Say you were rolling and you fell the fuckoff
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| I ain’t really tripping
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| I pray you’re forgiving the way that I am living
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| I’m permanently getting it all and never gonna be giving it up nah
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| How could I ever forget you?
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| (Ever forget you?)
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| Never forget you
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| (Never forget you)
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| And I don’t expect you to feel the same way for me
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| I understand some things sometimes are meant to be
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| Forget you
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| You know, why forget you?
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| And I don’t expect you to feel the same way for me
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| I understand some things sometimes are meant to be
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| The game is corrupted so we be on alert
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| 'Cause people abuse and take advantage of your work
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| Every word spoken
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| Every door open
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| Every wrong open letter
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| That we’re hoping that we stay focused
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| And we don’t slip
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| Who’s footin' on some dumb shit?
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| Better mother or dumb bitch
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| Brush the dirt off my shirt and get back on my work
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| I’m a sick spit
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| And in the mist of the crowd, fame, money and politics
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| How distorted can it get
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| Like a Band-aid or a quick fist
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| On the wound of a lunatic
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| And I’m bleeding out the dome
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| To the page and the microphone
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| Can’t believe my ears when you say I’m wrong
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| And my feeling’s gone
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| And I move along
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| How could I ever forget you?
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| (Ever forget you?)
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| Never forget you
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| (Never forget you)
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| And I don’t expect you to feel the same way for me
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| I understand some things sometimes aren’t meant to be
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| Forget you
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| You know, why forget you?
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| And I don’t expect you to feel the same way for me
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| I understand some things sometimes are meant to be
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| Yeah
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| So put those headphones on
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| And blast that shit so you escape
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| And thank us for the lyrics
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| Like, we wrote that shit so you relate
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| So when you down I’m here for you
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| But what do you do when I need help?
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| Just talk shit on the internet
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| Like one song isn’t fire as hell
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| These letters diminish you
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| This media, Hollywood shit
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| And the money that running it
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| Cause some of the people
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| They’re fickle
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| They love you one day
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| And the next they don’t fuck with it
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| Now see, I’m human
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| And I think you forget that I really been giving my heart to this
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| I think like you like using an artist
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| How could I ever forget you?
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| (Ever forget you?)
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| Never forget you
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| (Never forget you)
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| And I don’t expect you to feel the same way for me
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| I understand some things sometimes are meant to be
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| Forget you
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| You know, why forget you?
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| And I don’t expect you to feel the same way for me
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| I understand some things sometimes are meant to be
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| I think you forgot what being honest is
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| You’re so departed of the truth like when you again
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| There’s no substance anymore
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| You’re all collegian
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| And I refuse to ever play myself for acknowledgment
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| I’ve changed but I haven’t
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| Maybe that’s the problem 'cause some say that I’ve had it
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| Everything is one way
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| The runways tragic
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| Feel like you’re turning
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| Your back on the real talent
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| The blood, sweat and tears that bring you the real magic
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| I don’t think I’ll ever understand and that’s tragic
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| But here I go right back at it
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| It’s my bad habit
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| Yes I’m back at it
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| How could I ever forget you?
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| (Ever forget you?)
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| Never forget you
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| (Never forget you)
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| And I don’t expect you to feel the same way for me
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| I understand some things sometimes are meant to be
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| Forget you
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| You know, why forget you?
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| And I don’t expect you to feel the same way for me
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| I understand some things sometimes are meant to be |