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* I Cwalk Bbon watAmer

ButDm I ain't no JesusG

I Cwalk Bbon watAmer

ButDm only when it freeGzes

WhyAm are expectations so high?

Is it the bar I set?

My arms, I sFtretch, but I can’t reach

A far cry from it, Cor it's in my grasp, but as

Soon as I grab, squeezAme

I lose my grip like the flyin' trapeze

Into the dark I plummet

Now the sky’Fs blackening

I know the mark's high, butter

flies ripC apart my stomach

Knowin' that no matter

what barsDm I come with

You're gonna harp, gripe, and

That's a hard Vicodin to swallow

So I scrap theseF

As pressure increases like khakisG

I feel the ice cracking, because

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It's the curseAm of the standard

That the first of the Mathers discs set

Always in search of the verse

that I haven't spit yet   F

Will this step just be another misstep

To Ctarnish whatever the legacy, love or respect

I’ve Amgarnered? The rhyme has to be perfect

The delivery flawless

AndF it always feels like I’m hittin' the mark

’Til I go sitC in the car, listen and pick it apart

Like, "ThisDm shit is garbage!"

God's given me all this,

still I feel no different regardless

KidsF look to me as a god, this is retarded

If only theyG knew

It's a facade and it's exhaustive

AndDm I try not to listen to nonsense

But if you bitches are tryin’

to strip me of my confidence

Mission accomplishFed

I'm not God-sent, Nas, Rakim

PacG, B.I.G., James Todd Smith

And I'm not Prince, so…

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** 'Cause I'm only humFan, justG like you Am

MakiCng my mistakFes, oh if youG only knewAm

I don't thinkC you should believeF in me

the wayG that you do Am

'Cause I'm terrEmified Fto let you downG, oh

It's trueAm, I'm a Rubik's a beautiful mess

At times juvenile, yes, I goof and I jestF

A flawed human, I guessC

But I'm doin' my best to not ruin your ex

pectAmations and meet 'em, but first

The "Speedom" verse, now Big Sean

He's goin' too fast

Is he gonna shout or curse outF his mom?

There was a time I had the worldC

By the balls, eatin' out my palm

Every albumDm song

I was spazzin' the fuck out on

And now I'm gettin' clowned and frowned on

But the only oneF who's looking down on me

that matters now's DeShaunG

Am I lucky to be around this longDm?

Begs the question though

Especially after the methadone

As yesterday fadesF and the Dresden home

Is burnt to the ground

And all Gthat's left of my house is lawn

The crowds are goneAm

And it's time to wash out the blonde

Sales decline, the curtains drawnF

They're closin' the set

I'm still pokin' my head from out behindC

And everyone who has doubt, remindAm

Now take your best rhyme, outdo it

now do it a thousand timesF

Now let 'em tell ya the world no longer

careCs or gives a fuck about your rhymes

AndDm as I grow outta sight, outta mind

I might go outta mine

'Cause howF do I ever let this

mic go without a fightG

When I made a fuckin' tightrope outta twineDm?

But when I do fall from these

heights though, I'll be fine

I won't poutF or cry or spiral down or whine

But I'll decideG if it's my final bow

this time around, 'cause

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If I Cwalked Bbon wateAmr, I would drownC

'Cause I'm just a man

But as long as I got a mic, I'm godlike

So me and you are not alike

Bitch, I wrote "Stan"