I¡¯m wonderin¡¯ where the day went
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The clouds have me shrouded in grey but
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I¡¯m still out poundin¡¯ the pavement, word
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Drownin¡¯ the hurt by poundin¡¯ rounds in brown paper
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Founded a label now I¡¯m drownin¡¯ in paperwork
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But now the crew I¡¯m down with found an escape from work
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And I love it ¡¯cause that¡¯s what your hard work gets you
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My heart bursts through my chest I¡¯m rescued
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So forget what the rest do
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I¡¯m blessed to do it with two of who are the best to do it
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Do I love it
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Look at our goals
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If we never stood in the cold we wouldn¡¯t evolve
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Used to put my crooked foot in what I couldn¡¯t resolve
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But took control now hard work is good for the soul
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And I love it, growin¡¯ through life and stress
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Knowin¡¯ the fight is just half of self-imposin¡¯ of righteousness
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Contract owners and licences, showbiz ¡¯n lights we just
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Searchin¡¯ for the moment of pricelessness
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B-boys, I met you at the bus stop
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We had nothin¡¯ but the tuck shop
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We had school ties, the sky and the hilltops
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Now we¡¯re all grown up and it¡¯s still about hip-hop
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I love it, I love it
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Five days deep in the booth and spend Friday leapin¡¯ through loops
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Then spend the weekend sideways, seekin¡¯ the truth
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And I won¡¯t lie, they keep me on my toes these days
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But I won¡¯t lie, hey I beat ¡¯em with the flow for days ¡¯cause
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I love it, a pen and pad¡¯s like a red rag to a bull
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I see red like Leningrad
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Raisin¡¯ the crowd from a vacant lot¡¯s like how
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Raisin¡¯ the brow on the face of God right now
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And I love it, a life with no regret
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No success without a price that owes a debt
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I roll the dice and despite the road ahead
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Hope that in a crisis I might just know the ledge
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But I love it, the takeaway beers
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And a sunset to lay away your day-to-day fears
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See haters underrate us but this status takes years
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And it ain¡¯t where we at, it¡¯s how we made our way here
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B-boys, I met you at the bus stop
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We had nothin¡¯ but the tuck shop
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We had school ties, the sky and the hilltops
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Now we¡¯re all grown up and it¡¯s still about hip-hop
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I love it, I love it
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And we can be in a hotel, worst part of town and
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Support act, we ain¡¯t half as loud but
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Twice as nice, you can ask the crowd then
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We passin¡¯ out in a departure lounge and
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I love it, I hug the road like an old friend
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Like the world won¡¯t revolve unless we¡¯re rollin¡¯ on it
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It holds them on it, it¡®s soul melodic
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And oh they want it
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And I love it
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Been chasin¡¯ the dream
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Every day a new place, new faces and scene
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Livin¡¯ out a suitcase, few breaks in between
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There¡¯s been very few days I¡¯d lose faith in my team
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Got love far from home through the winter and summer
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No matter how hard the road or the distance I cover
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Even bitter when I¡¯m missin¡¯ my significant other
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I wouldn¡¯t trade it for the world given another
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¡¯Cause I love it
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B-b-b-b-b-b-b-boys
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B-boys, I met you at the bus stop
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I love it, I love it
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We had nothin¡¯ but the tuck shop
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I love it, I love it
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We had school ties, the sky and the hilltops
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I love it, I love it
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Now we¡¯re all grown up and it¡¯s still about hip-hop
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I love it, I love it
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C'mon Adelaide, London, Melbourne, Sydney, [?], New York, Zurich
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I love it, I love it
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I Love It Feat. Sia
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