| This is a world premiere!
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| This is a world premiere!
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| I done been through a whole lot
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| Trial, tribulation, but I know God
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| Satan wanna put me in a bow tie
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| Pray that the holy water don't go dry
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| As I look around me
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| So many motherfuckers wanna down me
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| But an enemigo never drown me
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| In front of a dirty double-mirror they found me
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| And I love myself
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| (The world is a ghetto with big guns and picket signs)
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| I love myself
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| (But it can do what it want whenever it want, I don't mind)
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| I love myself
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| (He said I gotta get up, life is more than suicide)
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| I love my... self
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| (One day at a time, sun gonna shine)
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| Everybody lookin' at you crazy (crazy!)
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| What you gonna do? |
| (what you gonna do?)
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| Lift up your head and keep moving (keep moving)
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| Or let the paranoia haunt you (haunt you)?
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| Peace to fashion police, I wear my heart
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| On my sleeve, let the runway start
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| You know the miserable do love company
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| What do you want from me and my scars?
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| Everybody lack confidence, everybody lack confidence
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| How many times my potential was anonymous?
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| How many times the city making me promises?
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| So I promise this
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| I love myself
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| (The world is a ghetto with big guns and picket signs)
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| I love myself
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| (But it can do what it want whenever it want, I don't mind)
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| I love myself
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| (He said I gotta get up, life is more than suicide)
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| I love my... self
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| (One day at a time, sun gonna shine)
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| They wanna say it's a war outside and a bomb in the street
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| And a gun in the hood, and a mob of police
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| And a rock on the corner, and a line for the fiend
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| And a bottle full of lean, and a model on the scene, yup
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| These days of frustration keep y'all on tuck and rotation
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| I duck these cold faces, post up fi-fie-fo-fum basis
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| Dreams of reality's peace
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| Blow steam in the face of the beast
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| The sky could fall down, the wind could cry now
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| The strong in me, I still smile
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| I love myself
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| (The world is a ghetto with big guns and picket signs)
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| I love myself
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| (But it can do what it want whenever it want, I don't mind)
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| I love myself
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| (He said I gotta get up, life is more than suicide)
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| I love my... self
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| (One day at a time, sun gonna shine)
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| Walk my bare feet (walk my bare feet)
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| Down, down valley deep (down, down valley deep)
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| Fi-fie-fo-fum (fi-fie-fo-fum) (I love myself)
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| My heart undone (my heart undone) (I love myself)
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| The world is a ghetto with big guns and picket signs
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| (I love myself)
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| But it can do what it want whenever it want, I don't mind
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| (I love myself)
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| He said I gotta get up, life is more than suicide
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| (I love my... self)
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| One day at a time, sun gonna shine
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| (Hold up)
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| I went to war last night
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| With an automatic weapon, don't nobody call a medic
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| I'ma do it till I get it right
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| I went to war last night
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| I've been dealing with depression ever since an adolescent
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| Duckin' every other blessin', I can never see the message
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| I could never take the lead, I could never bob and weave
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| From a negative and letting them annihilate me
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| And it's evident I'm moving at a meteor speed
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| Finna run into a building, lay my body in the street
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| Keep my money in the ceiling, let my mama know I'm free
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| Give my story to the children and a lesson they can read
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| And the glory to the feeling of the holy unseen
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| Seen enough, make a motherfucker scream, "I love myself!"
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| I lost my head
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| I must've misread what the good book said
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| Oh, woes keep me, it's a jungle inside
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| Give myself again 'til the well runs dry (i) |