Man of the Year

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INDIGO IAN

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Life is something that I like to call insane but
It's all up to you that's what they say
You can either be awake
Or sleeping in til eight
You gotta choose if you wanna lose
Or if you wanna be the king with an ultimate reign
Forget all the pain
It's all just a test to say if you can make it all okay
I see everyday as a chance to be great
So you should too just keep your eyes glued
For any opportunity that may come to you
Because when it's here it's not quick to stay
So grab that motherfucker by its' face
And go full speed like a horse in a motherfucking
Race until the next takes it's place
Then before you know you ahead in the game just
Because you took the time to tie your laces
Look at they faces
When you showed them everything you said
You wasn't faking they can't relate when
They see you come from the struggle especially when they bounced in your puddle
Never thinking that you'd break out of your bubble
Passed you the ball in hopes to see you fumble
But bitch
I was raised in the jungle
You living to survive you ain't living
To have no fun no time for arguments
No time for rebuttals
Seen a bad bitch she gon' yank it like an udder
I'm living for my mother I'm here today because of her there ain't
No other motherfucker that can compare
Except maybe my Pops I just wish that you were here
But I know you told me no matter what
Never show fear even when you're scared
Be the baddest motherfucker whose name they'll ever hear
One day son you gon' be the man of the year
Accepting the award with your eyes full of tears
While you relive the years
Thank you thank you everyone
I swear I mean it dear if it wasn't for you
I'd never be here
But I know if my rhymes you didn't feel then David Blaine from your minds
I'd disappear but until then
I'm on my grind like a gear
My hometown I'm trying to get the f*ck up outta here
My hometown I'm trying to get the f*ck up outta here
My hometown I'm trying to get the f*ck up outta here
Everybody spitting opinions into my ear
Assuming by speaking they vision it'll make mine clear
But they the type of guy you wouldn't
Even share a beer with cause the shit
That comes out they lips just make you wanna kick they fucking head in
But it'll all be bliss if you ask for it
But you gotta prepare
Fortune favors those who care or
Those who live to repair the broken hearts lies and minds
That suffice in this cruel cold world where
Which we live our lives
I'm doing it for you and I'm doing it for mines
I'm hoping that every time you close your eyes
The beauty of what I speak is what resides looking left and right
To try and find when the f*ck I asked you
To define me and the way I choose to live my life
So excuse me if you don't mind
But please
Get the f*ck back in line

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