On most nights
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I'm just wearing my pajamas
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Staying up too late ’cause I'm watching Futurama
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Thinking where is my trauma (Thinking where is my trauma)
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My life is no melodrama
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Leave it off the screen 'cause it’s got no genre
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Sometimes I call my momma
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Ring, ya she's always my armor
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I want to fly away
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Far from my mistakes
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My baggage has too much weigh-eigh-eight
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So my bed is where I stay
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Tell the clouds that I say, "Hey"
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I can't fly from here, from here
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I can't fly from here, from here
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Ya, I know it's a phase but it's harder
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To realize that I'll never be a quarter
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Of the man I could have been when I got older
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And all the things I could have done if I was smarter
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I think of my departure
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Fuck, look at the hour
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I have work in an hour
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It's been two days since I’ve showered
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I want to fly away
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Far from my mistakes
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My baggage has too much weigh-eigh-eight
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So my bed is where I stay
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I want to fly away
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Far from my mistakes
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My baggage has too much weigh-eigh-eight
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So my bed is where I stay
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Tell the clouds that I say, "Hey"
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I can’t fly from here, from here
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I can’t fly from here, from here
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I can’t fly from here, from here
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I can’t fly from here, from here
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