| Ooh, high
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| Watch me spread my wings and fly
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| To these dreams of mine
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| And ain’t nobody bad enough to stop me (Naru)
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| Ooh, high (Uh, ChesnuTT)
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| High, high (Yeah, uh)
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| To fly (Oh yes)
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| Fly, fly (Uh)
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| Canary dreams you know all about
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| Cage in a world of doubt
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| Given the flight less travelled, you took the only route
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| Brave and talked about
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| Made famous in the Dirty South
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| Talk of plantations give you cotton mouth
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| Others write your fate till you chirp and set the record straight
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| Ancient and future rage, freedom get another cage
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| The world can’t afford your pain
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| Recorded by poor back
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| When cats used to wonder why you sing
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| Your story and shine as I chant and scribe
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| Play and pause, heard justice, rewind
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| The fast-forward, you gotta fly
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| «How high?» |
| said the wing to the sky
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| Who you think put that seed in your mind?
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| Perched upon the
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| Till the window cracked, brought you back a design
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| Abstract, divine, Maya Michelangelo kind
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| Painted on the poster, morning porch is spoken in rhyme
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| Nas told you «The world is yours», just open your eyes
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| It’s like
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| Ooh, high (Canary dreams you know all about)
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| Watch me spread my wings and fly
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| To these dreams of mine (Yeah)
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| And ain’t nobody bad enough to stop me (Tell me)
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| Ooh, high (Canary dreams you know all about)
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| High, high
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| To fly (Ain't nobody bad enough)
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| Fly, fly
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| Yo, despite the Lord, a darker dream in color till a fire spark
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| Hakeem Olajuwon, center, the words inside the heart
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| A work of art, Mars Phoenix
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| Serena Williams, stars beam at me in those dreamin' eyes of mine
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| Could see 'em reach, elusive, wet, deferred, nightmares reoccur
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| Like I’m that lonely bird content with bread crumbs on the curb
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| Woke up disturbed with ruffled feathers, Lord workin' my nerves
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| Ancestors send a message: «Yo, you better be home»
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| Regressions to past lives be recited in poem
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| Dreamin' real word, sit side by side on the throne
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| And architect future moments bought for thoughts in your dome
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| For lady saw another sycamore tree in the grove
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| Why enter on life stage is what ponder I these days
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| After grandma came in the night with a question to raise
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| «It's not the picture, baby, challenge the frame»
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| And disappeared in a clouded haze
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| Whistlin', surely sees a angel sigh my name
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| Ooh, high (ChesnuTT, you know all about)
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| Watch me spread my wings and fly
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| To these dreams of mine (Ain't nobody bad enough)
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| And ain’t nobody bad enough to stop me (Tell me)
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| Ooh, high (Uh, Canary dreams you know all about)
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| High, high
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| To fly (And ain’t nobody bad enough, Lord)
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| Fly, fly (The world is yours)
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| Ooh, high (ChesnuTT, you know all about)
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| (High, high) Ain’t nobody bad enough to stop me
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| (To fly) Nobody bad enough to stop me
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| (Fly, fly) Nobody bad enough to stop me
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| (Ooh, high) Nobody bad enough to stop me (Canary dreams you know all about)
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| (High, high) Nobody bad enough to stop me
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| (To fly) Nobody bad enough to stop me (The world is yours)
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| (Fly, fly) Nobody bad enough to |