| Grabbed the beat, looped it up
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| Saw my check, scooped it up
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| Rock ignition, got to listen
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| Change position, start transmission
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| Point the camera, click the frame
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| Use a high asa, I like the grain
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| Flip the script, start to trip
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| Grabbed my hip, did the dip
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| Rent the car, go upstate
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| Hit the waterfall, jump in a lake
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| Step in the place, move the crowd
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| Cut the snake, walked right out
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| Another day slips by
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| Got to fix the mind
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| I’ve got the mind maligned
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| With I mean mine
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| Got to turn it around
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| Got to give back
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| Because this self-centered thing is keeping me off track
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| Take the one train, ride the double L
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| Go to Brooklyn, rock well
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| Jump the gun, call your bluff
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| Break the mold, a diamond in the rough
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| Ran the floor, grabbed a rock
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| Spot it up, shot the shot
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| Go pet Sam, said, «get off me»
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| Check the machine, «Adam this is coffee»
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| Brace myself, trace myself
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| Pace myself, lace myself
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| Check the mirror, start to melt
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| Jump back, kiss myself
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| Another day slips by
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| Got to fix the mind
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| I’ve got the mind maligned
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| With I mean mine
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| Got to turn it around
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| Got to give back
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| Because this self-centered thing is keeping me off track
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| Hug my Lois, brush her teeth
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| Read her books, put her to sleep
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| Pack her lunch, drop her at school
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| Head to the studio, turn on the pro-tools
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| Apple C, Apple V
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| Drop the beat, hit delete
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| Hit record, smorgasbord
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| Draw my sword, jump aboard
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| Grab the phone, call my dad
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| Shared some love, felt so glad
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| Went and called Freckles, and I told her I love her
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| Ran home, got under the covers
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| Another day slips by
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| Got to fix the mind
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| I’ve got the mind maligned
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| With I mean mine
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| Got to turn it around
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| Got to give back
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| Because this self-centered thing is keeping me off track |