[Hook 1:]
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I said so what? You got a little something on the high end
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But does it ever really make you feel good? Got something to say?
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Yeah, I said so what? They trying to put you down on the low end
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But do they ever really-really feel good? Got something to say? Yeah
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[Verse 1: Outasight]
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What happens when your material things become immaterial?
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Does the fear in you bring you the same type of adrenaline
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A few thousand hearing you sing or does it bring you to your knees
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While you're clearing your brain? I know I'm after the same
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Treading water after every offer that has came
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Trying to be myself in the valley of the fake
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Trying to fix myself up, every hour could break
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And when the times get easier, now they all needing you
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Following the leader to the promised land
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A modest man I was before, I won the war
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And when things were difficult, no one ever gave a fuck
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Maybe skill, maybe luck, either way I made it up and so what? So what?
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[Hook 1]
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[Verse 2: Outasight]
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Where do you go when everyone is gone?
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The same people who first appeared when you got on
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It ain't equal to the years that made it seem so long
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For you to achieve the damn things you knew all along
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And I battled the same, so original, they couldn't give my style a name
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Now there's a million me's but only one runs the lane
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And scores points with honesty, I ain't after the fame
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And when it came to the breaking point, people raised they hands
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So I had to make a point, roll it up and fold it up
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I walked into the joint and made it mine and when it boiled to particulars
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Getting down or living it up or giving it up
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Or giving a who knows, where, how and what or maybe why
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[Hook 2:]
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I said so what? You got a little something on the high end
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But does it ever really make you feel good? Got something to say? Yeah...
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So What
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| Outasight |
