| I’m ride the rain
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| Let the storm wash away
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| I’ll rise again
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| Become the sun that saves the day
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| And I’ll take the weight
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| And the pain is to my name
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| I’ll rise again
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| Before the blood dries in my veins
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| Summer’s day, first of May
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| God blessed me with a higher name
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| 3.7 weighin' more than the eighth
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| Got my hands, got me feet, got my face
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| Strange days, I pray to got that she never gets my ways
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| Pre clam snatch, I take your mom away
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| I banged on heaven’s doors, you know that blood is great
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| He kept her safe
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| Thought Mommy was gonna die, I went crazy
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| Took eight doctor’s baby, took restraining
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| Fourteen minutes, then you was in my presence
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| Daddy’s life changed in seconds
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| Three days, Mommy couldn’t see your face
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| Maybe that’s the reason why you gone so great
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| Mae Mae, you’re the purest love I ever had
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| I am so glad to be a dad
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| Unconditional, I love you through the bad
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| Unconditional, I love you when I’m mad
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| I promise, I will be nothing like my dad
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| You can hug me when you’re sad
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| My little baby, princess, look how much money and time I will invest
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| Sixteen bags on private school, and it’s all free interest
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| Things I do, it might seem cruel, I’ve got you swear down, baby
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| I’ve got your interest
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| More than money, love you and Mummy
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| And I swear down, I’ll always have your interest
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| Think you promise of mine
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| I’ll spend money and time
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| Unconditional love and hugs from me, you’ll always find
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| No financial burden, a big man’s chest will never be down in your life
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| As long as you’re good in school, you’ll be the kid who has it all
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| He was born in May not April, Daddy never raised no fool
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| I wouldn’t lie, tell you the world is bless but baby girl, it’s cruel
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| The only three hundred percent out here, is Daddy has got you
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| And there’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do
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| Through the best-est of times, and the bless-est of times
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| I’ll be dead
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| And through the worst-est of times, and the curse-est of times
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| I’ll be there
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| Pinky swear
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| I’m ride the rain
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| Let the storm wash away
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| I’ll rise again
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| Become the sun that saves the day
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| And I’ll take the weight
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| And the pain is to my name
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| I’ll rise again
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| Before the blood dries in my veins
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| Came from a place where you grow before you age
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| Wild life, welcome to planet of the apes
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| Yes, Jesus loves me, and amazing grace
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| Hard to remember this, when a n***a's on these face
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| How can I love myself and have inner peace and embrace
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| When I fuckin' hate the man who made my face
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| Sounds and it feels as bitter as it tastes
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| And God forbid, this could happen between me and my mate
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| The powerful so all the times I spent awake
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| Scared that I’ll run, will never change
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| I think about this little girl every day
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| Is she eatin', is she happy, is she okay
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| The only thing that keeps me sailin'
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| Oh, she’s safe with her mother’s love
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| Her Daddy is a star, but his life is fucked
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| And I wish she saw two, but right now one’s enough
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| And this madness through Skype, I see her growin' up
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| So many things I need to explain when she’s older though
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| Like how she don’t know her granddad, 'cause he didn’t give a fuck
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| Like how she don’t host with the fam because they don’t give a fuck
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| But it’s cool, 'cause me and Mommy is good enough
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| All you math, and now you make
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| You are the first of my name, the purest I ever had
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| When Daddy is going mad, I sit alone in the room
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| Lookin' at pictures of you
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| To bring me back
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| And when Daddy’s at his lowest, baby girl, you wouldn’t know this
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| I treat your face like a pick me up
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| 'Cause sometimes, Daddy really feels like givin' up
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| But I’ll be damned, in this world to ever see you stop
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| That’s why I’m on the tour bus
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| Doin' hella stuff
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| To give you choices at university and other stuff
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| So right now, baby girl, it feels distant
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| But I promise it’ll be over in a instant
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| Got through the best-est of times, and the bless-est of times
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| I’ll be there
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| And through the worst-est of times, and the curse-est of times
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| I’ll be there
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| Pinky swear
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| I’m ride the rain
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| Let the storm wash away
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| I’ll rise again
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| Become the sun that saves the day
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| And I’ll take the weight
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| And the pain is to my name
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| I’ll rise again
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| Before the blood dries in my veins
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| Before the blood dries in my veins |