| Huh
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| Thanks for the memories
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| For 1st and 3rd of the month check deliveries
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| Agencies in the early 80's for givin' cheese
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| The families with parents who had drug dependencies
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| Dinner from the chicken lady, Miss Genevieve
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| For every lesson I received as I live and breathe
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| And all the blessings I believed in and been achieved
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| Thanks to my moms for never gettin' rid of me
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| And to my lady baby thank you for forgivin' me
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| I climb from the lower level to the mezzanine
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| Honestly I really wanna say thanks for everything
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| Images of strange fruits hangin' from the trees
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| Laces on my gym shoes, skatin' from police
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| Kids playin' on the stoops wearing dungarees
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| Unbeknownst to them they livin' in the city underseas
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| Honey and lemon teas, sincere sympathy
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| The power of positive energy as opposed
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| To hatred as a motivative, thank you to my enemies
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| From Memphis, Tennessee
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| And kitchen chemistry
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| Centipede Heineken and Hennessy
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| The barbershop that used to be at 6th and Emily
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| For all the history and all you did for me, thank you
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| It’s such a blessing, blessing, blessing to know you
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| Blessing to know you
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| I learned my lesson, lesson, why would I hurt you?
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| Don’t wanna hurt you (thank you)
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| I wanna thank you, thank you, thank you for givin' me
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| Thank you for givin' me love
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| I wanna thank you, thank you, thank you for givin' me (yeah)
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| Thank you for givin' me love
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| Places that I’ve known
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| Many of which I’ve outgrown, thanks for the ride home
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| Some motherfuckas tried to make give what’s mine to 'em
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| Thank goodness for my decent when I close
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| Gangsta and fly hoes, freaks some side shows
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| Mistakes I’ve made in the past that only God knows
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| Usually my preference would be to travel the high road
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| Sometimes I stray from the path, that’s no surprise though
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| I had this expression of my gratitude
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| That my attitude didn’t limit my latitude
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| In cases what I had to do, what I had to do
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| Even though I was spazzin' boo, I wasn’t mad at you
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| This oath broken talkin' of appreciation
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| For frequencies and stations not keepin' the people waitin'
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| For players who support it and remainin' completely patient
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| And each and every record in the basement
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| Listen, thank you |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Thank You , by - Black Thought. Song from the album Streams of Thought Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп