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I feel like dancing 
In my brand new shoes 
Oh, how to tie them 
I'm not sure what to do 
Mum can help me 
And maybe my Dad can too 
But I'm getting

I feel like I'm Icarus the way that I fall
I feel like a kid again the way I doze off
I feel like I'm Icarus the way that I fall
I feel like a kid

ain't even mad
Cuz you served your purpose
See your kids most likely
Made an “cbe” purchase
cnd everytime they feel pain
They consoled by the words spit

I remember I was one of them so I'm steady ambitious
And now yall thinkin this kid is some different
This nigga gotta story and im tryna listen
Maybe

to the mood I'm in i'mma be who I am
Sell it to the kids and the crew
They rep and they fuck with it

I don't wanna be another
Rapper with a gimmick
I just

just forgot everything that 
I lost

Getting high on the beach watching waves roll by 
Hoping life’s just a myth 
And that mom was right
Cuz it feels

''And when I got over there
I noticed that some of the kids
Were kinda giggling and laughing
You know
And I wonder if why
They were doing that
Well,

of this music
(Is that true?)
I don't know, maybe
Cuz I keep getting compared to the real slim shady
Or I grab my guitar, now I'm copying kells
I'm just

the trash in the past 
Now crusin through shit smoothly 

Sumn like a star kid 
Sumn like a grab life by the hair and fuck it raw kid 
Sumn like a god kid

up
cin't nothing wrong with stopping by 
Cuz you see all this fire 
Caught up in that la la la 
Pull up
cnd maybe we can take a step or two 
Boy that's

Respect

The Real Roxanne

Rapmasters, Vol. 1: Best of the Jam

1989

kinda like her, you know)

(I don't know, with kids today it's different)

You want to riff, but you can't base
You're captivated by a smile

Big Sur

Jack Johnson

All the Light Above It Too

2017

Stones will stack, the kids will make
Those lines
Rocks are boxing by the creek
Again, the lines begin to speak
Words are broken
Smoke signals that

sticks
From the kid who had the biggest dream
To the person I am today with the same dream
And it's still by myself, still don't have a team
And now about

Big Man on Paper

Graham Parker

Passion Is No Ordinary Word: The Graham Parker Anthology 1976-1991

1993

And drive drive drive down that empty highway again
Surrounded by food you don't worry about starvation
Only temptation and keeping sane

Maybe you live in

hoping that he'll mature
And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for
Baby wanna go back to school but she need some help
Because it's hard

the stick
Now throw your hands in the air, He's william the kid
Mistaken for a stereotype, he's flipping the script's
Maybe why he offered me white when I'm

Remember the sun shining in
When we were kids in you're Florida kitchen
Just sitting down and eating breakfast
Talking about the days big plans
That was then

the tracks to make the train go slow
A train that caused the crashing of empires
All the pain sapped out of women and men by a
Strain that made Egypt lose

mesmerized
You were hypnotized
Watched them kids play outside
Held back by the beating of your heart
No play so decide to compromise
So you either or you don't

you by my side
I Wanna sit out watch the sunset
Let me get in under yo sundress
We can slow it down for the respect
When it come to the kid
Know ain't

now? So he's standing there, an hour and a half goes by! I'm... no, it wasn't quite an hour now, I
lie, I kid you not though, it was about one hour

We want the work, this kitchen working not worth it
Get herded to Shellberta as a seasonal worker
Value oil by the litre, not the knowledge of our

from a big strong branch that was once a twig

Baby you & me should plant a seed
& maybe it'll grow into a great big tree
I hope it don't get cut down by

Wifi, 5G, Cells fried on high speed
Kids are raised to sit and rage then quit in front of wide screens
Their getting high and think it's wise to want