| With enough love to light up a sky
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| Earth must’ve asked the Sun for a sign and he smiled
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| No reply, just shined, it’s no surprise, I see
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| As the winds made love to the Seas
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| The sand dance to the rhythm of the breeze
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| I believe in a Heaven
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| Inhaling the presence when I breathe in the essence
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| As the seasons change, colors of the trees excel it
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| Got me ready to spring outta autumn
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| Thoughts falling like leaves
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| And B caught em like sneeze during winter though
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| Fired in the heat of the summer
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| Knew a girl’s name, pretty as a world’s name
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| Wondered with her own plans
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| Standing in a dream, hands stretched like wings
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| Trying hold on to something concrete
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| Like peace, live once, like three lost months to weeks
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| Days, pass the blunts
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| Let her grab that once
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| Bet she hasn’t dreamt about this yet
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| Bet, some summers you just never forget
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| Till the day always don’t mean I’ll be okay
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| Till the night I’ll be alright with no delay
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| Visualize open your eyes you’ll see your way
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| It’s yours and mine, no dream divine, I see the rays
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| My sunshine
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| Thoroughbred, whole century later now we ahead
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| Pause, no skipping em either
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| Bought me a red tape and spit a razor like you walk with the dreads
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| Them shooting phazers can’t fade him he blessed
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| Vibing out to the child, because son don’t rest
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| Let you catch him at the riverbank
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| Fresh off the last train of thought, lost
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| Throwing stones in the dark
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| Who
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| Cares, when charisma can be sought
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| Cause I’m plastering charts, we art
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| Fuck a book when they still take a look
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| I tell em please no pictures yo, bought to be mindful
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| So read those scriptures, I swear, saw solemn
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| He’s still bigger than Amélie
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| Survivors of poverty, put it on my Aunties and Momma, B
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| I’d kiss em if I was me
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| Seen em insecurities and washed em like God’s feet, golly
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| Boy’s be on line three, they comatose on sleep
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| I’m next to em friendly remind, rewind through the week
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| Got felines and reeks like to reach might impeach if he reach
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| So he keep those special occasions, like heat
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| No pun intended
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| Big fun from a fucking pan tell me that I didn’t win, blunts lifted
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| Kiss me baby roll tight as some legs be
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| Sitting on a pedestal, grace queen
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| Bling gonna blind em, Wyclef bling, clotheslined out the ring
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| Good thing you wasn’t woofing bout a dream
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| Have you ever seen reality, shines bright as a day
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| Chases the moon till she falls asleep, so she’s my sunshine
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| Till the day always don’t mean I’ll be okay
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| Till the night I’ll be alright with no delay
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| Visualize, open your eyes you’ll see your way
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| It’s yours and mine, no dream divine, I see rays
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| My sunshine |