[Intro] Em

[First Part]

Em
   Yeah I was born a misfit

Grew up ten miles from the town of Ipswich
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Wanted to make it big, I wished it to existence
   Em
I never was a sick kid, always dismissed quick
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Stick to singing, stop rapping like it’s Christmas

    Em
And if you’re talkin’ money then my conversation’s shiftin’
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  My dreams are bigger than just being on the rich list
Em
   Might be insanity but people call it gifted
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My face is going numb from the shit the stuff is mixed with

Em
  Watch out the lyrics and the songs might get twisted
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My wife wears red but looks better without the lipstick
    Em
I’m a private guy, you know nothin’ ’bout my business
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And if I had my fifteen minutes, I must’ve missed it

[Pre-Chorus]

Em
   Twenty years old is when I came in the game
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And now it’s eight years on and you remember the name
             Em
And if you thought I was good, well then I’m better today
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But it’s ironic how you people thought I’d never be great
            Em
I like my shows open air, Tokyo to Delaware
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Put your phones in the air if you wanna be rup
            Em
You know I want way more than I’ve already got
           
Give me a song with Eminem and 50 Cent In Da Club

[Chorus]

            Em
You know it ain’t my time to call it a day
          C             Bm7
I wanna crack on and I wanna be paid
        Em
But it’s ’bout time you remember the name
   C      Bm7
Eh-ay, eh-ay

            Em
You know it ain’t my time to call it a day
       C                Bm7
I wanna crack on and I wanna be paid
        Em
But it’s ’bout time you remember the name
   C      Bm7
Eh-ay, eh-ay  (hey, hey, hey)

[Segunda Parte]

Em
   I can still remember (what) tryna shop a deal (ah-ha)
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From Taco Bell to T-R-L
             Em
I climb the Billboard Charts to the top until as fate would have it (yeah)
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Became an addict, funny ‘cos I had pop a pill

Em
   But they said time would tell (what?)
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If I'd prevail (huh?) and all I did was (what?)
                    Em
Put nine inch nails (where?), in my eyelids now (what?)
                        
I'm seein' diamond sales, like I'm in Zales

                   Em
Without a doubt by any means, if rap was skinny jeans
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I couldn't do anything in'em, I'd be splitting seams of denim when I'm spitting schemes
       Em
Which really means no ifs, ands or buts are squeezin' in between
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You sleep on me 'cause you're only fuckin’ quitting in your dreams

Em
   Not even when I’m even on my death bed
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Man I feel like Ed, it isn't time to drop the mic yet
        Em
So why would I quit, the thought that I would stop when I'm dead
            C                              Bm7
Just popped in my head, I said it then forgot what I said

[Chorus]

          Em
It isn't my time to call it a day
     C                    Bm7
I got ret blocked and I’m already paid
        Em
But it’s ’bout time you remember the name
   C      Bm7
Eh-ay, eh-ay

            Em
You know it ain’t my time to call it a day
     C                    Bm7
I got ret blocked and I’m already paid
        Em
But it’s ’bout time you remember the name
   C      Bm7
Eh-ay, eh-ay

[Terceira Parte]

Em                                              Bm7
Ain’t nobody cold as me, I dress so fresh, so clean
                Em
You can find me in my whip, rockin’ my Fendi drip
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Man you know just what I mean

          Em
Shinin’ wrist with the rocks on it, brushemi’s with locks on it
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And you think my voice song I shit knocked on it
   Em
Balenciaga saga I’m a burnt off baller
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It’s just another episode my hoes, I spoil ‘em

  Em
She like the fly shit and I like to buy shit
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Shit I’m gettin’ stupid money, what else we gon’ do with money?
 Em
Bitch we be ballin’ now, the king bring me 50 burrows
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Tonight we gon’ blow a cheque, worry ’bout this shit tomorrow

     Em
The turn up it so real, we ’bout to be super lit
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Boy I’m kickin’ straight facts, that’s just how we do this shit
  Em
Tomorrow we hangin’ over ’til we start feelin’ sober
     C                           N.C.
Then it’s time to start it over, here we go again

[Chorus]

          Em
It isn't my time to call it a day
     C                    Bm7
I got ret blocked and I’m already paid
        Em
But it’s ’bout time you remember the name
   C      Bm7
Eh-ay, eh-ay

            Em
You know it ain’t my time to call it a day
     C                    Bm7
I got ret blocked and I’m already paid
        Em
But it’s ’bout time you remember the name
   C      Bm7
Eh-ay, eh-ay