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Everyday I sit up just wishing I see 2 elevens
fucking round and wishing wrong, I wish I go to heaven
Everyday I sit up just wishing I see 2 elevens
But I gotta chase that bag, so for me dream I'm really driven
You dunno the shit I go thru
The kind of shit I have to do
You just see the good things of my life, running round like "I WANNA BE YOU!"
If only you knew...If only you knew
I had to erase a lot of shit so you can see the picture I drew
I have fallen way too many times for me to keep doing what I do
But my mind told me to get up,
I got up, I spread my wings and I flew
I take a look at my money now and I see that it really grew
I am playing this game now and I'm stuck in it like glue
because i got bills to pay and I got that rent that is due
and I'm not tryna bum off the streets, I'm not tryna end up like you
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