Up All Night

I was born on December 13th At 3:23 by Michael and Cathy An ordinary child, named after my grandpa Donald Luke Boyd, yea the guy with the sampler
Hi, how ya doing have we been introduced
I'm the guy you thought would never make it in the group
But I've been overcoming obstacles since I was two
When my hearing was an issue and they filled my ears with tubes
I never talked until I was three years old
Then I had a speech impediment that kept me in the cold Talking with a lisp I guess something like this
Now I talk for a living, funny how life gets I never drank or smoked weed in high school.
I was a late bloomer
For me persnoally, puberty could of came sooner
I always seem to be a couple years behind but I'm coming to believe that everybody has their time

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I've been up all night, yea writing to the beat trying not to fall asleep
And ya know I'm gonna get things right, tell the story of my life in the middle of the night
I've been up all night, looking back at how it was, reminiscing growing up and I'm trying to look back at what
I've done but I know that I've only just begun
Yo on New Years I bought myself a SUV
Then I got into a car crash in less then 2 weeks I should of took my own advice and bought something cheap
'Cause my car insurance doubled just to keep it on the street. And damn, I hope I never fly again
Took a flight to Texas and thought I was dying when
We dropped a 1000 feet, in 5 seconds or less
Now every time I get on a plane I'm a nervous wreck
Back to my childhood remember big wheels
When I was a young boy, toys were a big deal
We cruise big hills, man just go for it.
Smash my head wide open though still got the scar to show for it But I never broke a bone in my body
And its odd, 'cause my hobbies were skateboarding and hockey I never had nobody ever sign my cast
But you never heard nobody ever rhyme like class

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Hide my needs from the world with a smile (twice)
The first time I masterbated I thought I needed help It was dark in my room, I thought I was peeing on myself What the hell, I never had the birds and the bees talk I didn't know the joy that could come from my dirty thoughts
At age 15 I started writing rhymes
But I think I told that story many times I'd like to believe there's more to me then MCing
But I write to the beat, and that's what I end up being
This ain't a song with a meaningful message
This is me introducing myself to you through my record I'm that tall skinny white guy, rolling up the reefer see ya,
Classified, very nice to meet ya

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