Breathe, I'll breath and I'm right back in the blaze of fire,
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Breathe, I'll breath and I'm right back in the blaze of fire,
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Breathe, I'll breath and I'm right back in the blaze of fire,
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Breathe, I'll breath and I'm right back in the flames of fire,
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I'm right back in the roof of fire,
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Then I hit back to the streets of fire.
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Yeah, and I'm searching I'm searching,
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And they told me I'm still so young but I feel like I'm ageing,
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I'm so road I'm attached to the pavement,
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None of yous know what things I be facing,
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None of them know what dreams I be chasin,
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I spend time in the studio days in,
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Soldier, carry an award on my back but I'm lyinf if I say my shoulders ain't acheing,
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I can feel it it's all in the air,
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Voices echoing all in my ear,
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I'm so focused only look forward,
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Don't look back cause *few words here I could'ntcatch*
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Clown like stryder I flow in the air,
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I'm so far but I'm yet so near but,
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But I'm still the golden boy look,
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Rule told me I'm the golden boy.
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This ain't one of them perfect paintings,
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I've fallen close to breaking,
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They say I'm a star in the making,
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Me I say I'm paper chasing.
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This ain't one of them perfect paintings,
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I've fallen close to breaking,
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They say I'm a star in the making,
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Me I say I'm paper chasing.
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Breathe, I'll breath and I'm right back in the blaze of fire
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Breathe, I'll breath and I'm right back in the blaze of fire
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Breathe, I'll breath and I'm right back in the flames of fire,
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I'm right back in the roof of fire,
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Then I hit back to the streets of fire.
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And I'm not wow not many not one or two set backs,
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I been let down countless times,
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I react like lee get deep on the lines,
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Countless rhymes and call it a comeback,
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I stand back reload then I come back,
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Any MC talk loose and I done that,
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And I done this from days like way back,
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And them days ain't never gonna come back,
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Paper level ain't rising enough,
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And it's not like strydes ain't grimeing enough,
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And I screen like ross was straight on a track,
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Cause we came from the bottom and we're climbing it up,
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I'm so sure if we double up but it feels like somethings holding me up but,
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But I'm still the golden boy,
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Rule told me I'm the golden boy.
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Breathe, I'll breath and I'm right back in the blaze of fire,
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Breathe, I'll breath and I'm right back in the blaze of fire,
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Breathe, I'll breath and I'm right back in the blaze of fire,
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Breathe, I'll breath and I'm right back in the flames of fire,
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I'm right back in the roof of fire,
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Then I hit back to the streets of fire.
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Yea, like some boy deep in the mind I'm thinking,
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Somewhere along the lines of,
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Whys my manhood giftin the part look, (not sure about this line)
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That's why I can't smile let alone laughin,
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Man are like lately strydes ain't back in these raves,
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Nah man I'm spending the night with (word here I could'ntunderstand, nase or something.),
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Plus it's all fake there,
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Faces fake there,
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Me I relax and I sing for the paves/paids,
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Word is I ain't in the ends no more,
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And I heard I seem copped 3 door look,
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Truth is I'm still in the ends with words,
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Tryna move out get away from the curbs,
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They said I don't spit? draw? no more,
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I'm like family I gotta care less no more why?,
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Cause I'm still the golden boy,
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Rule told me I'm the golden boy.
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This ain't one of them perfect paintings,
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I've fallen close to breaking,
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They say I'm a star in the making,
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Me I say I'm paper chasing.
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This ain't one of them perfect paintings,
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I've fallen close to breaking,
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They say I'm a star in the making,
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Me I say I'm paper chasing.
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Breathe, I'll breath and I'm right back in the blaze of fire
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Breathe, I'll breath and I'm right back in the blaze of fire
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Breathe, I'll breath and I'm right back in the flames of fire,
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I'm right back in the roof of fire,
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Then I hit back to the streets of fire.
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Breathe
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| Tinchy Stryder |
