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    Tonight
    (专辑: Stifler - 2011)
    
    Phone's on silent, best friends dialing  Missed calls, pissed off that they missing all this  Driving towards the 
fame, don't mind the 
wait  If there's traffic, ok I 
don't care long it takes  Just as long as I 
get there, sooner than eventually  Is what the 
clock keeps telling me when I'm questioning  Hear it in my voice, see it in my eyes  I 
was made for the 
fame, I 
was built for the 
life  And when my friends go and tell me "Keep it pushing"  I 
take it to the 
limit, and then I 
push it  Further than I've ever gotten before  I'm looking back on the 
past like where the 
fuck did you go  Then I 
snap to reality, future looking bright  Better get your shades on 'fore its out like a 
light  'Cause people get nervous and they don't let it surface  They know that once it his the 
air, everybody 'ready heard it  And now they say you don't deserve it  But everything up to this moment was for this purpose  Right, because everybody doubts greatness  In the 
beginning, so bear with me, give me patience  (In the 
beginning, so bear with me, give me patience)   This is more than just a 
beat to me, this is time travel  Bring me back to the 
[?], back roads of Howell  Let me talk, turn the 
system down  Its 35 outside and all the 
windows down  You can, feel the 
breeze, or get lost in it  Run to the 
flashbacks, hide from the 
present  Whatever you gonn' choose, its on you  But when you go missing know that I 
go there too  'Cause the 
only thing, that meant anything  Ran from me, left me in the 
pain  I 
couldn't see the 
light, I 
could only feel rain  Coming down on my face, baptised in the 
name  T-H-@ sign K-I-D  Came to be where my past life wasn't seen  But now its time to make that motherfucker visible  Abracadbra 'till the 
whole world missing you  'Cause we famous, like I 
always said  Everything we was wishing became reality check  From the, baggage claims, the 
layover planes  The 
seven nights, seven crowds all screaming one name  The 
joint burns, something like my life  Coming down to the 
filter, gotta do it tonight  (Gotta do it tonight, uh)  
 
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