Track 1789/8To The Sunrise

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Yo When the microphones check and the headphones fit Feel the bass in your chest, feel like your head's gon' split Come out of all the mess, leave the dead zone quick Make sure your rhymes hard like they were left on bricks If you think this is a game, then I'll bet on this Crush the world, make it flat and play chess on it I stand beyond my bars, I'm a self-convict Have to sweat with every letter, I'm a stressed artist Have to get up with the sun and pick the best harvest From the garden of the mind, they say that's where God is When the microphones check and the headphones fit Feel the bass in your chest, feel like your head's gon' split So I saw her standing there Standing there all by herself So I walked up to her I walked up to her Said, "You don't smoke? Oh, that's alright You can roll it up for me and we can light it up We can light it up" To the sunrise (To the sunrise) To the sunrise (To the sunrise) To the sunrise (To the sunrise) To the sunrise (To the sunrise) What am I gonna be when I grow up? No one Nobody ever told me I was dope enough to go on So I kept the flow deep inside me for so long Worked by myself with myself 'til I felt I was well enough to pick it back up from the shelf I was telling 'em that I would back up, what the hell was I thinking? Taking back old school with no clue of who those shoes belong to I'm so screwed So I saw her standing there Standing there all by herself So I walked up to her I walked up to her Said, "You don't smoke? Oh, that's alright You can roll it up for me and we can light it up We can light it up" To the sunrise (To the sunrise) To the sunrise (To the sunrise) To the sunrise (To the sunrise) To the sunrise (To the sunrise)