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Doin Me


I'm trapped in a world, Wish i could move forward; stuck in the past, my mind is trying to store it. Lookin over my shoulder, i see a string tied; its tied to my waste, Lookin back I see a boulder. All i wanna do is break free, Like a butterfly from its cacoon. I'm trynna do me, as you see People trynna hold me back, I wont let them Like old office paper, I'll shred them. Feet never touch the ground, I'm high No lie, sometimes i even fly. I watch clouds float by, never get rained on cuz I'm to high so shout out to my haters, "Have a great day" and I'll see you later cuz imma stay doin me, thats the only way my life can be!
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