[Slimkid 3]
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I sleep wit one eye open, that's my third, that's my word
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Gave it one try hoping to fly the whole bird
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Turbulence occurred
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Cause shit was turbulent and terminal just like an illness
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How to be real with myself to even feel this
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In grip with my controls to wheel and deal this
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Chinks upon my jugular vein
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Tryin' to kill this immaculate state of harmony
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[Imani]
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He gave me the impression that he was making real strides
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Thinkin' of real progression
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But only spoke on worthless earthly possessions
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Brainless, dealing with the strainless
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Needin' a correction for this infection
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A Brand Nubian direction that left me in true shock
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Like when 2Pac got shot
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The whammy
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I drop my secrete scripts of the uncanny
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Broadcastin' live and direct throughout the galaxy
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[Slimkid 3]
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See I don't think you value what you got
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See look in your hands
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I'm just tryin' to be I hate to spoil your plains
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We from separate destinies and separate trails in the sand
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Even when we walk together side by side, hand in hand
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You need a ride? Hey, are (are) you going my way?
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Now we can kick it for while don't know how long I'll stay
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But the key is to love you for that day
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Can't control what we found or what's around the way
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(Chorus) 4X
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And I... I don't know what it is... but
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Somethin's got to give
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[Bootie Brown]
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Runnin' low on the resources
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Heinie missions, future conditions
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Don't look bright for the next generation
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Temperature's rising
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So are the prices
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You strung out on the vices
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$2 million dollar ad to entice us
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We live to want sometimes forgetting what we need
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Overwhelmed with greed
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The creed is so misleadin'
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The plan seems to work and we're right on time
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Got us like crabs in a bucket, all tryin' to climb
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[Imani]
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We lookin' for those critical signs in these pivotal times
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Where it is not time for at-ease
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The mission is the collection of G's
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So please understand
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If you remain man, take a real stand like a man
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And don't follow the masses caravan
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But for you it could already be too late
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Cause your lost (lost) and it ain't no stoppin'
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And going out at all cost is your only option
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[Bootie Brown]
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As I remember relations unfold
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Good ol' day stories are always told
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He was optimistic
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Everyone falls under "search" statistics
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Callin' on the mystics, psychic vibes, to add some insight
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Air sicken, mid-flight
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No turning back, leave you fall prey
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On the attack, a contact with the sack to ease the pain
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Completely fall victim to a game
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In debt to retain
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Balance always ricochet to regain
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(Chorus)
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Oh I... I don't know what it is... but
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Somethin's got to give
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(Chorus) 6X
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And I... I don't know what it is... but
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Somethin's got to give round here...
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Somethin'
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| Pharcyde |
