[Hook]
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"Got to change my way of living
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Got to change my style"
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[Verse 1]
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He remembers little bit of his childhood
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Sometimes bad, sometimes good
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But he never was one to blame today's grey sky on last week's rain
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So he see's everything face value
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Looks grim, it tastes bad too
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There's nothing to do except dupe, push down the wall and get through it
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I swear to god it's too stretched
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Too easy to slip or lose steps
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And the taller you are, the harder you fall
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that's why a lot of us crawl
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Mumma, please don't look now
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I've gotta walk over people I've took down
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It ain't as pretty as you probably think
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It's gonna take more than soap and a sink
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Tomorrow he'll drink to the guilt of
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every cheap wooden bridge that he's built
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Bury those skeletons in his head
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til you pick him up and carry him to bed
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2]
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Swimming through alcohol and woman
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Gets some gold spray paint for that lemon
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Everything he's got is not a given
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rock bottom on the flipside of top billin
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Not a victim, fuck the sympathy
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Figure it out, and kill the bitch in me
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Poor a little liquor out and call it a victory
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They said the sky was limit free
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No, don't trust none of these people
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Won't give him enough to love me for me
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so even when they welcome me into their kingdom
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Can't bring self to believe them
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It goes, folk hard tryna act like no flaw
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Turn it up til it burns that stove top
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Mr know it all, bad boy showoffs
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Red lights, no stops
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Mumma, this can't be the boy you raised me to be
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The drama, depression
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Afraid that it must be the Daley in me that's crazy
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Carry me home - take care of your baby
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[Hook]
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Don't wanna live like that, no
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Don't wanna live like that, no
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Carry Me Home
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