[Hook:]
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My mother told me never to tell, a dirty old lie
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My mother told me never to sell, and just to get by
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[Verse 1: Asher Roth]
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It's been a long damn summer
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And I've been working by the furnace, fire burning
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An inferno with a purpose, feeling like I don't deserve this
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Like I've been cursed, I don't need your sympathy
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Although I know you know it hurts - it ain't perfect
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Life's not no nursery rhyme
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It's as much of a blur as it is our whole lifetime
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And that's fine, I'm a ride with it, take my time with it
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Never underestimate the power of the blindness
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Yes, your highness. Follow your instincts
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Fingerprints ain't always gonna match the logistics
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Little bit different, it isn't yet typical
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Won't always do to others what you wish was reciprocal
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My brothers and sisters all the way out there in Liverpool
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I feel you a hundred numbers [?]
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Don't ever fall in love, cum in somebody's number two
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You may call it dumb but true
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You know that we're coming for you: mama said
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2: These Days]
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Lord knows I take my secrets to the grave
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Til I'm in a crown, I'm on my own two
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Coming straight from a chunk of cave money
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King Kong crew. Swimmin in the river with a stone shoe
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But I be in that bitch still kicking, I'll teach you kung-fu
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Show and prove, the whole team be on the same page
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Niggas telling me I'm their idol and we the same age
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While back, it wasn't nothing in my mind but stay in place
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Now picking bitches, calling options like I'm sayin plays
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Take a picture mayne, I'm on some magazine spread shit
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Hold the mic tight, I got that rigamortis you dead quick
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Got some good brain on the road, I'd say head trip
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Fuck her face and bust on her mouth: call her lead lip
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I'm the baker, I make the bread flip
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Niggas be wyling but you could talk like it's crackin
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To get your eggs split
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Shells drop and it's an everyday thang
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It's a shame, but it's all a part of the game...
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Casie Veggies]
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Young boss, new dreams
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Fresh shoes, new jeans
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Tell me what do you see?
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Why you tryna do me?
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So I had to find out, now you can't find me
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Remember three years ago? Like "why you can't sign me? "
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Thoughts in my mind, I can do all that times three
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I grew up [?] young'un like "nevermind me"
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4 '93, good time to find where my mind be
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Now I tell time with gold time (peace)
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My mama told me grind...
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[Hook]
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Hard Times
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| ASher Roth |
