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I got all
the gimmicks make sure I'm lookin' right 
See four feet tall, seven years old when I'm downo
n the mic I'm a sister-not-to-be-sold 
So much

triple 6's, aiming for triple 7's
Highway to Hell, the next exit's the stairway To Heaven
Something better can save me I'm trying not to miss it
Writing

Intro:
Come on, come on
Come on, come on (x7)

[Verse 1: B.o.B]
Paint the ceiling with your feelings
Weigh your city with my thoughts
Guess I'm too

looked up to you like little brothers do 
And that’s why it hurts me everytime
When I think back to those days I can’t forget

CHORUS

As the years go by

call 
Yeah these are my best friends 
Hadn't seen my father in 7 years
Too ashamed of what I was
When he visits me on Sunday's now He's proud to call me

at me 
But an eight ball a day keeps the doctor in my way and I can barely see 
I'm known as a six-year-old living inside of a grown man 
and I'm so high

in the sky
Seven years went by and nothing changed
Fish were dying cos the rivers were running dry
People saw precious crops and cattle die
But Mother

the street from 7/11 
Across the street from pollards chicken 
Get a roll, its finger licking 
Many fiends, that's lighters flicking 
Brutal winters, it was

hostile
Something that's for your soul don't hate the flow
If you don't know it by now what's up my name is Smooth
I'm that gospel rap kat seven years

many
I'm clueless
I'm just a vessel that he using
I'm just bones and skin decomposing
On the hour, by the hour
Fruit spoiled, mouth sour
Had supper with

slave
Relying on lies to make our minds feel safe
Like life after death, this reality a real waste
Knees weak kneel 24/7 to get to heavens gate
Demons

I don't do this shit for you
Do this shit for me
And I'm sick of being used
No more shit for free

Man I live inside a booth 20 years a week
That's

Years ago, oh no
Patience was low
Out of control
The thing is that I know I'm on ice, yeah
I'm difficult to get by and
I surely like to step

I'mma misfit

Catch a wave
I just took an edible I'm tryna catch a wave
I like being by myself, don't want you in my face
I ain't fuckin with your energy

again
It's been weeks, seven years now
I've been taking all these drugs
Tryna fuck the pain now but I
I can't feel them right now (Woah)
Get me a little

brothers deserve it / no doubting that
25 years they survived the trap
24/7 I'm working / running out of breath
Sleep my emotions
Hard to imagine im putting

year I really tapped into my audience
You won't be asked to pay respect
If you cannot afford it
See, if the fruit's of my
Labour's to rap every morning
I

counting on you
so let the candle burn away

not a saint or a sinner
but I've learned through the years
that it only hurts
when you're controlled by your

twice a year
The crowds will cheer, gripper feature
Beat the track into a fetal positions
Send a kite through the mic
To my people in prison
We have

a voice, He gave no choice he said
"Now don't you move"
Hands high if you innocent then stand
By but it's against the
Law to film what I do so don't you

dreams in a photo
07 14 that's my timeframe
Seven years under your watch
Then my time came
Like a clock on my wrist ticking bigger times
Visions of life

last year mid-April
4 got rap money, I'm no longer robbin'
Niggas should be thankful
Uh, catch me kickin' it with
Pharmacists and street bankers
Got them

and we good baby, oh oh
Back when we first started it was off the top
Around the same cash money would baller block
Rookie of year then but now you know I

dancing kinda dirty 
You do 10K a year and I do that by 7:30
Views views. Every time I move see me in the news
Solo Squad it is the crew, like the mafia we