(Verse)
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Two sheets to the wind in a taxi
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Two feet to the wind in the backseat
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Two beeps to the car in front of us
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And one of us ending up wrapped around the ?
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Think about these rhymes and what they gave me
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Sounds like it's wild but a microphone and two turntables save me
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Took me around the world and bore me hunger
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I've seen all these other crews beg too
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Not knowing all the ways people helped them
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Might not ever get a damn 'thank you'
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But they're sure enough gonna get a 'you're welcome'
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Matter of fact, I ain't leaving
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I was here first and I don't believe them
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I was here bursting listening to Primo with Gino and bursting
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And missing out on being there for people in person
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Cause we don't sleep when we're workin'
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We don't bleed when we're hurtin'
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We wear our heart on our sleeve and I'm certain
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That we'll feel the burden 'til we call the curtains
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You feel me?...
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Do you feel me?...
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The sky lights on the court, like blind man with his forces
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Writing on the wall, light it up on the porches
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It's 1994, five mics in The Sources
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There's a mighty mighty roar from the crowd and of courses
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Bliss, bliss, bliss
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Do you feel me?
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(Hook)
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I've gone though the coach and the liners
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To being known for the shows and the fires
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Playing packed rooms, heading to the backroom
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To cool down my face with some ice from the rider
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Looking out to a crowd full of lighters
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And the day goes less than it's vibers
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You see me walking now, I'm a ghost, I'm gone
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(Verse 2)
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Two sheets on a surface of water
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Loose leaf running worthless in a tourner
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If I could do these words justice
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You'd see how much it's worth it
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Or fought for, every kid that never got my mansion
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Every little bit of love or affection
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I'm done with pretending the son is descending
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And all good things must come to an end
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Close sun, swallow the baby's sin
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Nothing more than affording to tame the bills
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And I walk away with nothing and let me tell you something
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That's fucking more than I came in with
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Ya feel me? Do you feel me?
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Better be lying if the center is graceful
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For my life, for my friends, and for the faithful
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It's been a ride, but there's been a few times
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That I thought I lose sight when the effort was too painful
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But rap gave me such inspired dream
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In fact, maybe touched my life but things
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Got a little crazy, and nobody would play me
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The ends that plainly justify the means
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At last I can see you evolve and die
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It's hard to believe that all this time
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That I wore my heart on my sleeve
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For this art on the scene
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It's gonna be hard when I leave it all behind
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Ya feel me? Do you feel me?
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(Hook)
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I've gone though the coach and the liners
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To being known for the shows and the fires
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Playing packed rooms, heading to the backroom
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To cool down my face with some ice from the rider
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Looking out to a crowd full of lighters
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And the day goes less than it's vibers
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You see me walking now, I'm a ghost, I'm gone
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(Interlude)
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Low winter sun, light the dawn, it goes
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I'm a ghost, I'm gone
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Though when it's done night is on us all
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I'm a ghost, I'm gone
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Nowhere to run, writing's on the wall
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I'm a ghost, I'm gone
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So when it come rise before we fall
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I'm a ghost, I'm gone
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Low winter sun, light the dawn, it go
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I'm a ghost, I'm gone
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Broke in and done dying on us all
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I'm a ghost, I'm gone
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There's nowhere to run, writing's on the wall
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I'm a ghost, I'm gone
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So when it comes rise, rise before we fall
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(Hook)
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I've gone though the coach and the liners
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To being known for the shows and the fires
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Playing packed rooms, heading to the backroom
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To cool down my face with some ice from the rider
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Looking out to a crowd full of lighters
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And the day goes less than it's vibers
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You see me walking now, I'm a ghost, I'm gone
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I'm A Ghost
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Hilltop Hoods |