| O Heaven, how can I forget you?
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| Rose to the occasion, one day, pluck your petals
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| Store something precious up in the way I left you
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| But no matter what’s changed, sustain, be the best you
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| The rest grew restless as cousins sleep
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| Went in peace, but the search wasn’t deep
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| I invested my week to see a brighter Monday morn, but
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| Woke up on Tuesday in the same uniform (damn!)
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| And through it all I try not to do you wrong
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| As I have in the past, rapping other love songs
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| But its kinda hard building lust when the trust gone
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| Money was the object of affection, they ain’t want y’all
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| Should’ve gone with my first love
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| Maybe moved out to? |
| and wrote books in cursive
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| Learned a little French and do the film I’ve been tryna make
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| Translate the feeling I was feeling at my modern-day
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| Took a break with the wiz, gave the rhymes a break
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| Busted hard enough to make the condom break
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| No seeds, no sticks, no stems
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| Old gems found crumbled by the bubble-goose Timbs
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| I get here to hems and acquire from the pews well
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| Mom sat listening to Sunday’s blues
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| And I stuffed penny loafers that I stuffed a nickle into
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| All-white Easter suit that won’t fit you
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| Sent through Heaven to Hell to send dreams of
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| Places once dwelled, but I feel for the green stuff.
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| Swore I could fly back and say hi again
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| But my money just no good, I needed time to spend
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| Brought me back to my youth when I was grindin
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| With no loot, book full of rhymes with the gold tooth
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| With the scripture engraved over a picture of the days
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| When I dreamt to be a richer?
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| From the picture to the glass house
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| Built for? |
| to remember the soul once numbered: gone
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| Gotta find it in her, and we happily concur
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| Ever after, one blur
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| Marry matching, one word: love
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| Crumpled in notebooks you never saw
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| A little thoughts and yada-yada, drama side
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| Traumatized by fallin of in the water
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| Which was softer than the ground-level
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| Found? |
| daisies without petals — how special?
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| All loving, how could I forget you?
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| My dedication to the music |