| Praise, praise, praise, praise
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| Praise, praise, praise, praise
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| I just wanna praise you
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| Uh, you gotta love how it worked out
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| You work hard and you work out
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| But you keep it cool, you was raised in a church house
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| Them Hit-Boy chords known to bring the church out!
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| You been hurting now you fragile
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| For your love I’ll go to war, I’ll go to battle
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| I’d lock you down if I had a shackle
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| Church, preach, tabernacle
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| What it ain’t? |
| What it is?
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| What it ain’t? |
| What it is?
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| If you ain’t scared to do your dance then hit the floor cause this your jam
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| What it ain’t? |
| What it is?
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| What it ain’t? |
| What it is?
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| You’re the woman a man needs cause you don’t need a man
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| That’s perfect, just hit me on my line
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| Don’t be blind to them niggas chasing after your behind
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| You do it for that boy who taught the world how to shine
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| You don’t do it for the vine that’s why I had to make you mine
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| Go
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| They want you gone
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| I want your time
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| They want you out your clothes
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| I want you mine
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| Let me praise you
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| Let me praise you
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| Girl I just wanna praise you
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| They want you gone
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| I want your time
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| They want you out your clothes
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| I want you mine
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| Let me praise you
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| Don’t stop
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| Let me praise you
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| Don’t stop
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| Let me praise you
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| Don’t stop
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| Let me praise you
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| Alright, you don’t like clubs, I think that’s perfect
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| But chivalry died and girls named it thirsty
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| And I’m still finding myself opening doors and giving flowers and making sure
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| you walk in first
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| And when I sit back and break Pineapple Express open
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| They look for love with their eyes closed and their legs open
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| These other girls always single with the summer
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| Just young and having fun I don’t judge 'em but you know
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| One lucky woman is gonna get the opportunity to come and get a wedding ring
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| from me
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| And they hit me then sitting next to you
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| Doing absolutely nothing means absolutely everything to me
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| So I had to make a song for when you’re alone and I’m not on the phone you can
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| play this and never cry
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| I guess I did it I finally get it when they say if a writer falls in love with
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| you then you can never die
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| And this’ll out-live me
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| They want you gone
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| I want your time
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| They want you out your clothes
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| I want you mine
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| Let me praise you
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| Let me praise you
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| Girl I just wanna praise you
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| They want you gone
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| I want your time
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| They want you out your clothes
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| I want you mine
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| Let me praise you
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| Don’t stop
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| Let me praise you
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| Don’t stop
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| Let me praise you
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| Don’t stop
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| Let me praise you
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| What you doing girl? |
| You doing it right
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| Don’t stop doing it
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| Praise you
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| I just wanna praise you girl
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| Praise you
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| Praise you
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| Praise you
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| Praise you |