(feat. Blu, Phonte, Patty Crash)
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[Chorus: Patty Crash]
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When I wake up, I look into the mirror
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I can see a clearer, vision
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I should start living today
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Cause today is gonna be the day, is gonna be the day
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Cause today is gonna be the day, is gonna be the day
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[Blu]
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Yeah, it's like everyday I wake up, I stare into space and don't say much
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Peer in the mirror, feeling dead from the face up
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Coffee pots, cigarettes, morning Js, Baileys
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Slowing down my day before it picks up the pace
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Beats playing since the night before, thinking bout writing songs
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Feeling exhausted from times we toured constant
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And plus the toxics I sip got me tall
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Still tipsy, staring at the city from the spot we call Los Angeles
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Every day is like a blank canvas
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Carving my initials in the planet like I brand it
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Hand picked to live this life we take for granted
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like a child with an upright bass, we can't stand it
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Smiling through the trouble we face, tryna manage
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my way without pumping my brakes and staying stagnant
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Cause I can sit on my ass or just imagine
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the madness I did on my path and paint the canvas
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[Chorus]
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[Black Thought]
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Before I rise and shine like a neon sign
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I need the girl of my dreams to give me Einstein
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And burn the marijuan' like {?}
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is my only bonafide break from these confines
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I need a change of scenery like a mind tide
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These kids bringing me the noise like the bomb squad
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And everybody coming at me from the blindside
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I'm tired, it's hard to open up my eyes wide
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I listen to some theme music on the iPod
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and walk around the crib doing little odd jobs
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Checking my breath, take a view from this high rise
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Feeling like I'm checking out a game from the sideline
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I got to try different things in these trying times
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Twenty-ten is different than it was in nine-five
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It's come alive time, I picked a fine time
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for getting open off life like a fine wine
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[Chorus]
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[Phonte]
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Uh, yeah, Sunday morning, plan my day out
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Whole new blueprint, brand new layout
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Deep down still don't know if it'll play out
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Before the first time, feel like I done found a way out
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Skin getting clearer and it feel like I lost weight
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Stop and say a prayer for the times I lost faith
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Troubles of the world had me in a cross-face
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Chicken-wing, sickening, liver so off-base
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But now it's like I'm in the last lap of the car chase
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and I finally understand my right to choose
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My preacher man told me it could always be worse
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Even the three-legged dog still got three good legs to lose
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So you can stop and refresh the rules
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Breathe in, breathe out, let it heal all your exit wounds
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Something inside said that's the move
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and made it today, I'll restart fresh and new
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[Chorus]
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The Day
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The Roots |