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Cheers (feat. Q-Tip)

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Cheers (feat. Q-Tip)

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Yeah, uh, huh

Yeah

I'm workin' on a world premiere

And I could see the world from here

They ask where I'm going from here

Shit, anywhere long as the runway is clear

Shit, music business movin' too fast for me (God damn)

Wishin' I still had Mac wit' me

How do you tell a nigga slow it down

When you livin' just as fast as 'em?

I couldn't understand when I see 'em

Stretched out cold on the pavement

Niggas catch T-K-O's on occasion

Wishin' I could save 'em, what was I to say?

I was doin' dates, dippin' in and out of state

We was goin' in to get away

Sick of feelin' so outta place

Wishin' I could save ya, what was I to say?

Wishin' I could save ya, but now it's too late

Now, is this really what I wanted?

Is it really worth the pain?

Now am I really an asshole? Fuck what you say

Don't do me no favors, let's get back to basics

We live for today, bitch, look up out my way, bitch

I'm losin' all my aces, I'm runnin' outta patience

Got some pretty faces knowin' what my name is

Up in high places, I got some new neighbors

They don't really say shit but when they see the spaceship

They just think I ride with some form of entertainment

But they don't know I'm black, young, gifted and amazin'

You know I had to close my eyes, yeah

And if I have to free my mind

I may not have the lane, movin' all along

Knowin' that I can't do it on my own

And if I got the pain feelin' comin' out

Have to run away, think I'm goin' home

You know I'm workin' on a world premiere

And I could see the world from here

I know you somewhere in the atmosphere

I know someday I'll meet you halfway there (cheers)

They say there's nothin' you can do about it

Can't say that I'm new to sorrow

Wishin' I could take your problems trade 'em for a little more time wit'chu

Carry you out the bottom, the weight of the world, I got it

Sprouted wit'chu on my shoulder, the greatest honor to know ya

I'd rather be honest wit'cha, I hate you ain't in the picture

I hate all them fake niggas claimin' like they gon' really miss ya

I know there's no one to blame

Maybe the point that I'm missin'

But I needed a minute, just give me a minute

You know I had to close my eyes, yeah

And if I have to free my mind

I may not have the lane, movin' all along

Knowin' that I can't do it on my own

And if I got the pain feelin' comin' out

Have to run away, think I'm goin' home

Oh, say it ain't so!

Tears keep fallin' down my eyes

Damn it, I miss you, I should be with you

Can't turn back the hands of time but I should be with you

I miss my friend

Damn it, I miss you

Can't bring you back

These pictures I'm seein' are fuckin' me up, and

And I don't know what to do but reminisce and face the pain

Back in the day before you were a dog and you were just pup

Bangin' beats and bringin' bitches back to the tour bus

Excuse me, y'all, I know this Paak. Shit, I just need a second

It's Q-Tip in this bitch and I'm just in here reflectin'

Head on collisions with memories in the intersection

Lookin' in my rearview, wishin' I could be near you

The freeways of my mind are crowded with traffic

The good times that we had and them bad habits

Look at me now, look around, last man standin'

Grown man cryin' like a child tryna understand it

So sick of sendin' flowers to all my of brother's mommas

Don't know what's harder, fightin' trauma or keepin' a promise

A true confession breath is blessin', without a question

But niggas don't get the message 'til they get disconnected

My story ain't over, I'm still turnin' pages

But the picture that I painted with you in it has faded

My queen, my dreams and even my wages

I know what it means to lose everything when you made it

Rags to the riches and back to the rags is muh'fucka

The consequence of puttin' all your chips in one bucket

To be honest, I feel like gettin' right back to these commas

You mother fuckers keep the drama

I'm workin' on a world premiere

And I could see the world from here

I know there must be somethin' after here

I know some day I'll meet ya halfway there in the atmosphere

Cheers

Free my mind

You know I had to close my eyes

Close my eyes

You know I have to free my mind

Oooooh

You know I had to close my eyes

You know it's time for me

You know I have to free my mind

Free my

Free

Free

Free my

My mind

My mind

My Mind

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