| April showers made my daisies even greater
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| But somedays I wish I was away and with the craters
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| My soul is on a quest for the fruits of my own labor
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| I’mma take these small bites so the flavors get savoured
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| And now not later
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| Cause time won’t wait for
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| No man, so go plan, collecting like data
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| Wanted the top spot since a tot like taters
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| Double down on myself like I’m Dion Waiters and
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| All those April showers, on my flowers for me
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| For me, for me
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| I need the stars and wish that I could fly into space
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| To space, to space
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| And go up, up, up, up, up, up and away!
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| Away, away
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| I saw the negative thoughts that were caught in the bubble
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| It’s usually trouble, but now I let them cover in rubble
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| I’m living royal but all of these haters be wanting to rumble
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| Hoping I stumble, wanting this empire to crumble
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| I can’t fumble
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| Movin' it lucid through all hurdles
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| Exclusive at all times, I’m never the new gerbil
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| I’m leading like the colonel
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| Coping with all the hurtful
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| Knowing that in the end my patience’ll be a virtue
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| They late like curfew but the waves still early
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| I’m knowing they don’t get me, parents probably think I’m girly
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| Cause of instead of a drum, my favourite noise is a whirly
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| Easy to feel numb when you caught up in a worldie
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| All those April showers, on my flowers for me
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| For me, for me
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| I need the stars and wish that I could fly into space
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| To space, to space
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| And go up, up, up, up, up, up and away!
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| Away, away
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| Up, up, up, up, up, up and away!
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| Away, away |