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every - i’m back lyrics

yo
his palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
there’s vomit on his sweater already, mom’s spaghetti
he’s nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
to drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin’
what he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
he opens his mouth, but the words won’t come out
he’s chokin’, how, everybody’s jokin’ now
the clocks run out, times up, over, blaow!
snap back to reality, oh there goes gravity
oh, there goes rabbit, he choked
he’s so mad, but he won’t give up that easy? no
he won’t have it, he knows his whole back city’s ropes
it don’t matter
he’s dope, he knows that, but he’s broke
he’s so stacked that he knows
when he goes back to his mobile home, that’s when it’s
back to the lab again yo, this whole rhapsody
he better go capture this moment and hope it don’t p-ss him the souls escaping, through this hole that it’s gaping
this world is mine for the taking
make me king, as we move toward a, new world order
a normal life is boring, but super stardom’s close to post-mortem
it only grows harder, only grows hotter
he blows us all over, these hoes is all on him
coast to coast shows, he’s known as the globetrotter
lonely roads, god only knows
he’s grown farther from home, he’s no father
he goes home and barely knows his own daughter
but hold your nose ’cause here goes the cold water
his hoes don’t want him no mo, he’s cold product
they moved on to the next schmo who flows
he nose dove and sold nada
so the soap opera is told and unfolds
i suppose it’s old partna, but the beat goes on
da da dumb da dumb da da no more games, i’m a change what you call rage
tear this motherf-ckin’ roof off like two dogs caged
i was playin’ in the beginnin’, the mood all changed
i been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
but i kept rhymin’ and stepwritin’ the next cipher
best believe somebody’s payin’ the pied piper
all the pain inside amplified by the fact
that i can’t get by with my nine to five
and i can’t provide the right type of life for my family
’cause man, these god d-mn food stamps don’t buy diapers
and it’s no movie, there’s no mekhi phifer, this is my life
and these times are so hard and it’s getting even harder
tryin’ to feed and water my seed, plus
see dishonor caught up between bein’ a father and a prima donna
baby mama drama screamin’ on and too much for me to want to stay in one spot
another day of monotony has gotten me to the point, i’m like a snail
i’ve got to formulate a plot fore i end up in jail or shot
success is my only motherf-ckin’ option, failures not
mom, i love you, but this trail has got to go
i cannot grow old in salem’s lot
so here i go is my shot
feet fail me not ’cause maybe the only opportunity that i got you can do anything you set your mind to, man

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