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• I don’t recall, ever graduatin at all
  Sometimes I feel I’m just a disappointment to y’all
  Every day, I just lay around then I can’t be found
  Always asked to give me some living life like a bum
  Times is rough, my auntie got enough problems of her own
  Nigga, you supposed to be grown
  I agree, I try to be the man I’m posed to be
  But negativity is all you seem to ever see
  I admit, I’ve done some dumb shit
  And I’m probably gon do some mo’
  You shouldn’t hold that against me though (Why not?)
  Why not? My music’s all that I got
  But some time must be ingested for this to be manifested
  I know you know but I’m gon say this to you I
  Get high but I don’t get too high
  So what’s the limit ‘posed to be?
  That must be why you can’t get your ass up out the bed before three
  You need to git up, git out, cut that bullshit out
  Ain’t you sick and tired of having to do without
  And what up with all these questions?
  As act as though you know somethin I don’t. Do you have any suggestions?
  Cuz every job I get is cruel and demeanin
  Sick of takin trash out and toilet bowl cleanin
  But I’m also sick and tired of strugglin
  I never ever thought I’d have resort to drug smugglin
  Naw, that ain’t what I’m about
  Cee-lo will just continue travelin this route
  Without any doubt or fear
  I know the Lord ain’t brought me this far so he could drop me off here
  Did I make myself clear?

  — Cee-Lo, from “Git Up, Git Out”. (via dalatu)

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