I bet y¡¯all don¡¯t even know how emotional I really am.
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Just recently I wrote this song with my mom,
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Tonight you all know what the blog is on.
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And you see where I got it from,
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To be honest, I still feel dumb, feeling numb,
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One smile, remembering pain, remembering change, still remembering my name.
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And I freestyle when my mom grab the cam¡¯,
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Which is my acclaim to fame, my brain¡¯s okay,
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Please give me room to decay,
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Then I remember some shit which can make me fade away,
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From this problem phase, the move remailens, but I doubted face
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My momma¡¯s smiling in my face,
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Knowing my town I can carry me thousands islands without a taste,
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Thousands of them smiling ¡®cause Iove ¡®em, but do y¡¯all love us?
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Carry on, once some people talking, all the niggers pointing, talking about
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Carry on, and what you niggers talking about? Always wanna sing,
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It¡¯s getting harder to
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Carry on, and even though it may be hard to understand it,
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You got to carry on, you got to carry on.
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Wake up next to my blonde chick, like, being honest, I don¡¯t wanna live
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She¡¯s like you got to be kidding me, you just got over this,
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You got to suit up quick,
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I¡¯m like no, it isn¡¯t the liquor, it isn¡¯t the switcher, I honestly don¡¯t fit in this picture.
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Not what I thought it was, I thought it was love, nothing but a burnt buzz.
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What the fuck does humanity thought us? Star struck when I look at people who love me
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It¡¯s all Charles, but there is the star. Chop, but you don¡¯t care about the sea,
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You only care about the tree and never care about me.
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Starring at myself in the mirror so brightly,
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Sarcasticly I spit, bounce it on the beat, action for me, hear that clackin, I speed.
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Carry on, once some people talking, all the niggers pointing, talking about
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Carry on, and what you niggers talking about? Always wanna sing,
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It¡¯s getting harder to
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Carry on, and even though it may be hard to understand it,
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You got to carry on, you got to carry on.
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Imma be real, I¡¯m afraid of dead mouse, this head is full of mirrors,
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When I look at him I can¡¯t see myself anymore clearer,
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And what you¡¯re hearing right now, never understood this lifestyle
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Thousands, millions, billions of people starring at him and they¡¯re feeling so blifful.
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¡®cause they can see themselves and not can see the people for themselves
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They all got the main name so strange, but I came in the game
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To remove the animocity in unanimity of admitting the me,
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You truly like me for me, without gossiping.
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Are you watching me? Obviously, not big
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So therefore I¡¯ll go kill myself being sloppy
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Stumble on to a better spice, my head isn¡¯t right, but every night
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I say I gotta
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Carry on, once some people talking, all the niggers pointing, talking about
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Carry on, and what you niggers talking about? Always wanna sing,
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It¡¯s getting harder to
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Carry on, and even though it may be hard to understand it,
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You got to carry on, you got to carry on.
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Carry on, once some people talking, all the niggers pointing, talking about
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Carry on, and what you niggers talking about? Always wanna sing,
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It¡¯s getting harder to
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Carry on, and even though it may be hard to understand it,
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You got to carry on, you got to carry on.
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Carry on, once some people talking, all the niggers pointing, talking about
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Carry on, and what you niggers talking about? Always wanna sing,
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It¡¯s getting harder to
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Carry on, and even though it may be hard to understand it,
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You got to carry on, you got to carry on.
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Carry on, not please to say so
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I don¡¯t need to quit
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Carry on.
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You got to carry on.
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Somebody tell me what the fuck it is
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Carry on.
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What the fuck is it?
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Carry on, carry on.
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You got to carry on.
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Motivational Speaker was my first job of choice
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| Charles Hamilton |
