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Let’s pretend when it started way back with J-Mak
I didn’t get fucked over; I didn’t have to pray that
I fit in; I spent all day with friends
Nothin was missin; I didn’t have to face facts
I never gave rap that path to my heart
It wasn’t needed I was satisfied back at the start
I never sat in the dark, always alone at night
There wasn’t a Friday I’d just sit at home n write
Let’s pretend I didn’t fight the temptations
I was at party’s getting high when blazin
I embraced them cause they brought me joy
Take a puff and pretend they did not destroy
My body cause for once I was accepted
Any consequence was fine, I would accept it
I never regretted a thing, everyday was bliss
But none of that’s true so I’ll just make a wish
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Let’s pretend that girls always look past the face
To see what’s inside cause they know that’s the place
Where it really matters, well if that’s the case
Then I’d have every girl that I passed amazed
Girls didn’t disregard me at one glance
They took a shot and gave me some chance
Let’s pretend I didn’t have the pen, just waitin
Cause I didn’t need to vent all my frustration
So instead of being afraid to put my armor down
Let’s pretend I had a girl to put my arm around
Let’s pretend Jess didn’t fuck me over again
And this time we were not over as friends
I had her by my side and everything was great
Fuck everyone else they can bring the hate
We’d just look em in the eye and shake a fist
But none of that’s true so I’ll just make a wish
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(Fa-Q)
Let's pretend I walk longer miles, in even shorter days,
Or I build brick houses, sit back hoping the mortar stays,
Let's pretend notebooks stay empty, and I stray simply,
And all airplanes, on the side, their logos and they wear names,
And all the comments pass through me like idle wind,
And I start and finish, a clean slate, so I have Bible's sin,
Pretend I don't have such a terrible case of rash choler,
And all those shooting stars now all planes crash taller,
Taller than the all, just as the sky scrapers tames skies,
Because of that note I wrote, one of the paper plane flies,
It flies past Wichita, past the U.S. and I just passed the moon,
And all of the reluctant funeral goers said I crashed too soon,
Crashed from the highest skies, taller than a steaming cloud,
And as I float to heaven, all my nightmares, are dreaming proud,
But I learned its hard to pretend, when I have no imagination,
So with songs mended with poetry intertwined, I'll grab this nation,
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