Flowers in the pavement
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Flowers in the pavement
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There's many roads but there's only one you'll take
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You never know when your gonna meet your fate
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Face to face eye to eye
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With the inner truth
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So I spill my soul and swim in the booth
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Yeh, I'm like a man with his thoughts on a
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Lonely road. I stand and I fought now I,
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Only know that these gun minds only want punch lines or gun minds
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If you don't kick well then your most likely unsigned, (when I'm lieing)
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Now you can tell me if your rhyming is
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Live.
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And you don't wanna live of it without a nine to five.
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So why you strive
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The sound underground
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Just bring it naturally,
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Like my eyes looking under gowns.
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I use to label it but now learn it's evolving
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I guess the tables have turned they're not just revolving.
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Light it up
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Hear the crackle
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Bliss an' mud
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Through the evil it's a drug
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That sits in blood
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Yo this is love.
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That god only breaks the mold
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Like that twist of bud
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Reality only takes a strole
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It can lift you up
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Make you sore like that kite
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You can drift with us,
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Cut the cord with the knife.
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Swimming in oblivion,
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Above such evil.
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It's amazing what we gotta go through to touch people
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When I spit ears just prick up
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I sip beers and hick-up
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And rocking the same jeans for six years and it sucks
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It's like I mean I dress in junes and my weapons too
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Fuck that
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Give me truth through these desables
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The unforfilled talk of cash and power
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Wait, the wine they're sipping is nothing but sour grapes.
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There's many roads but there's only one you'll take
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You never know when your gonna meet your fate
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Face to face eye to eye
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With the inner truth
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What stuff do you put on when your in the booth
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I'm super man I'm a killer
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I'm a smoked out pimp
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I'm trailer trash
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I'm a gangsta with a fucked up blimp
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An old geazer with a story to tell
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I can hold a crowd
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Yo I'm boring as hell.
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I can feel you can feel it we can feel it for sure
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I can feel the opportunity, knocking my door
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I can feel you can feel it we can feel it for sure
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I can feel the opportunity, knocking my door
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Imagination of an eights year old
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I feel you by my side
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There's flowers in the pavement
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To filter out the crime
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And I'm an egg missle bitch
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I build this house with rhymes
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I coloured in my wings
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And still drew out the lines
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So don't take my love for granted
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Untill you understand it
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The day dreamer, dog lover
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Wish, wonder bandit
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I swear a day doesnt pass when I don't feel the pressure
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I got a thousand keys,
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But none reveal the treasure
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Just a tital wave, an earthquake
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And then the flood
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Should have thought twice before you gave the pen to mud
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Cause when you do,
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Religions all calapse
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And I free run through hell
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With matchsticks and no maps
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So go back
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To your labaratory
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Cause a cunt like me
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Wants to marry at 40 and carry a 40
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Down the wedding isle with pride
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And have a bong in private
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After I marry my bride
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I'm happy as larry inside
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But with the wieght of these waves
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It's hard to carry the tide
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And all an honest man can do
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Is ask for a calery rise
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I do live in this world and this cannot be right
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So I mean when I see you, rolling through the cities
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See ya pumping our tunes,
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Hopping on the sneaky green
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All I want is to raise my kids
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Up in the bush
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Everybody seem to be pulling to fuck it
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I'll push
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There's many roads but there's only one you'll take
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You never know when your gonna meet your fate
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Face to face eye to eye
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With the inner truth
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What stuff do you put on when your in the booth
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I'm super man I'm a killer
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I'm a smoked out pimp
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I'm trailer trash
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I'm a gangsta with a fucked up blimp
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An old geazer with a story to tell
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I can hold a crowd
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Yo I'm boring as hell.
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I can feel you can feel it we can feel it for sure
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I can feel the opportunity, knocking my door
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I can feel you can feel it we can feel it for sure
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I can feel the opportunity, knocking my door
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[Spoken:]
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Check it out
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It's ridden pretty vagas
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143 crew
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Coming straight out of prizzi
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Kicking it,
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Having a few beers with bliss n eso
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A few beers
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