feat. Chrisette Michele and Sunni Patterson
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And when you spiral through the atmosphere
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All they see is motion
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They never see the tears, they never feel the pain
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They always think it's nothing but it's something, such a shame
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So caught up in the fantasy, humanity has made a love story out of tragedy
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But there is no romance in life that's on the ledge
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And there's no one to talk you down and tuck you in the bed
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Lord, it's so ironic that it's funny
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Of something for the books or the bars
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To bob your head and nod
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I recall, so many never ever thought you'd make it
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So sad they were mistaken, the joy they tried to take it
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Mama said that "the best thing you can do and be is you.
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This world ain't got but one, so give credit where it is due"
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Ain't that the truth, and here you are, a black unicorn
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Mythical, mystical, since the day that you were born
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Mastered all the madness, let the magic have his way
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Let the power paint the day, let the God have his say
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'Cause there's a place that you can go, no one else is allowed
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Sitting up on your cloud, so high when you look down
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Just glance upon the beauty and the wonder to be found
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Then know that you can stop your search 'cause love is all around
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Yeah, free at last, free at last
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That's what I said when I got out my last deal
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Some people can't relate, sleep is the cousin of death, that is some no shit
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And when it's cold outside so your pipes won't bust, turn on your faucet
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Drip, fuck the water bill, we stay in apartments
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And everything is an obstacle
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When they watching you, the hospital needs a hospital
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Now they mocking you, they say the flattery is sincere
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I rhyme like a nigga younger than me by ten years
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Yeah, and that's my car talking
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Old school running with the dogs barking
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Heart of the bitch like I'm selling carcass
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We so strong that we seldom pompous
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And I'm coming and ball, man, it's the grand pics of my lost arm length
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Selling that partake like we in an arcade
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Now I got more nines than a four play
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Alone is all I really want
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It's all I really wanna be
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It's all I really need
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I won't, I won't put out the believe
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That you have the best of me
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Now I'm what you need, you need
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Hear ye, hear ye, you can't come near me
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Competition best to fear me
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Lyrically I can be Talib Ali
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But a goatee can be hard for some to believe
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I lead them pussies thinking they need some of Z
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I practice repetition, I need 100 Gs
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My hundred Ms, hug and squeeze that
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'I'm not rap but I rap the cheese
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I change hoes like I change gears
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And my yard so big I gotta tend these
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And my homies try to act like I ain't real
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I put my effort and I taught myself how to make meals
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You need a focus group, my group focused
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Hit them local jokers with the hocus pocus
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I'm the dopest you can call this on the stove
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It's just me and you, dirty ass niggas will sell your ass and keep the shoe
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I done seen them rich, I done seem them broke
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I done seen them all, watched the pregnant lady smoke
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When the baby come already gonna be geeked
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He never know he might come, hard to be me
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Alone is all I really want
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It's all I really wanna be
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It's all I really need
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I won't, I won't put out the believe
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That you have the best of me
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Now I'm what you need, you need
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Black Unicorn
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2 Chainz |