[Verse 1:]
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Same characters but the show's different,
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Just listen, it feels like the soul been missing
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I remember copping that compact disc just to take off the wrapping
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It was more then rapping
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Read credits, till every name's embedded
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One day, I'm a be just like them, bet it!
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One day, I'm a come and lace the team with their favorite things
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When I grace the screen, coasting!
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I mean, it's nothing like what I was hoping
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No emotion, we just going through the motions
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I used to watch the videos just to see the new shit
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Wanted to see it first, I thought I'd be exclusive
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Remember getting hyped off my first casio
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Suped up writing my first verse, it was ass though
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Acappella, no beat and a bad flow
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Damn I miss the good ol' days, when we had soul!
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[Hook:]
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When we had soul!
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[Beat rides]
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[Verse 2:]
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I remember each day putting my favorite song on replay
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But my tape deck would always eat tapes
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I'd put my finger in the middle trying to fix it
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Just for the shit to end up sounding twisted
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Pressing clothes before school, I was matching
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Liked the girl in class, got mad when she was absent
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Wasn't a baller and I ain't have no game,
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So what could I do besides ignore her?
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(OR!) My first fight with no brothers to get
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I remember being scared as shit and he had all this lip
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And I ain't have hands not a bit, just knew that I ain't wanna get hit
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So staring at the clock, I ain't trying to see 3 o'clock hit
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But I never found the back door,
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(Him) He ended up with a tapped jaw
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(As for me) I ended up with that bad broad
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Damn, I miss the good ol' days, I wish we had more
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3:]
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Maybe I'm feeling like a kid today
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I mean, I used to want to have a house party watching House Party, Kid & Play
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I had the low tops kicks and the fade
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I remember my first piece of ass from a hot chick
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Surprised she gave it to me, was shocked I got it
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Ol' girl image of me was all ruined
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Had to be thinking "the fuck's this boy doing? "
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So hard I flirted just to be all nervous
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Wish she could see me now, I'm so perverted!
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I tell her "I'm so glad I found you. Are you ready for round two?
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Or can I mount you? "
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And Ol pic's I used to look like a clown dude,
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When I had know idea what I'd amount to
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A nigga used to be outta control
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Man, I miss the good ol' days, when we used to have soul!
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[Hook]
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The Soul
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Joe Budden |