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I like a little white on my collar, And ya I wish I was just a little bit taller But hey, if I beg then you know I can't choose Cuz a chooser can't take what he chose to lose So I'll take to the grave just chosen few Of the facts of my life that I can't show you Cuz my past is my present, just a year behind Ya I got your message, but I got bad eyes, So I'll never be able to read between the lines Finely tuned rhymes, from a finely tuned mind On the tiny blue lines ya the summer school kind And loose leafs blind cuz my summer pool shines Not a real cool guy, but chill describes My pill divide, but don't kill my vibe Cuz I ride on the beat, like a cruiser ride Not a car homeboy, a beach cruiser bike My whole worlds just a block to the right And I walk just to feel what my shoes are like Hello to my friends Hello to my family Hello to the music Hello to the real It's not the bank I make, it's the hands fill shakes And if it takes 10 takes to make my shit great Then I'm glued to the tape for 8 straight days They say rhymes don't pay, I'll find out today Cuz my words real heavy, ya they flatten the page But I'm a long way away from what the radio plays Wont take the fitted caps, just the velcro type And I curve the bill, so I keep it tight And I'll wear high whites, if the time is right But no fist fights, pacifist for life Bright sunny and warm are three of mans best friends I got electric feelings so it's time to pretend That I could redo my teens all over again But I'll keep makin songs and tryin to set trends Recieve or send, I got some high tech shots Blue book bought to collect my thoughts You look hot but your friend does not So I'll twist the plot cuz lovin's what I got and it's a lot Hello to my friends Hello to my family Hello to the music Hello to the real Lifes goin to fast like it's killin me off I never click delete, I'll only hit the pause The contract I signed, came with a no shit clause It referred to the words that I put in my songs No mainstream no ice and no cars No stackin chips or throwin cash at the bars No popping of the bottles or mйnage а trois No running trains or smoking cuban cigars No using millions of metaphors No murders, grills, guns, asses, tits, or whores I'm twenty years old, I heard it all before And I may not headline any national tours But hey I choose to kick it with some poetic force And ya I'm still in school, and I know it of course And my mind is still growing, and so is yours So I never half ass, I go hard to the finish Sombody call guiness, cuz the last 4 minutes I set world record for the most fun livin And that's a given Hello to my friends Hello to my family Hello to the music Hello to the real
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