| It’s feeling like one of those days
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| Dodging the sun, watching for shade
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| Playing the game, catching the fade
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| Doing what it takes to find a hole in this maze
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| Frankie Beverly melody in the tape deck and checkin' in the mirror for them ho
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| laws
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| Tryna reach a quota so they so called
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| Control the atmosphere that I bogart
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| Good Lord, the streets ain’t safe no more, I heard
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| From a little bird that always strolled those curbs
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| In the darkest alley where first come, first serve
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| The right time, the night time for her
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| But the day time’s blurred
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| I knew her since the first grade, she was fast
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| I guess she never let up on the gas
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| Least but no least, she had me for some cash
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| The love of my life’s now a ghost in the past
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| Crash landed in the worst place
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| I guess for some folk, everyday ain’t they birthday
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| We ain’t talkin' car if we asking mercy
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| You think she wanna fuck? |
| What if she really thirsty?
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| Holy water, mama daughter
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| I keep a shoulder
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| For them to cry on
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| Cause even the strong need someone to rely on
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| In these turbulent times, we got to fly on
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| So stand by, stand by, stand by, stand by |