| Life is but a gift, yeah
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| And you got love to give, yeah
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| And you got love to give, yeah
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| And you got love to give, yeah
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| Life is but a gift, yeah
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| And you got love to give, yeah
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| And you got love to give, yeah
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| You got somethin' to say? |
| Yeah
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| That’s why I’m here to stay, yeah
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| I got two ears to hear, yeah
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| And just one mouth to say less
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| With some imagination
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| What couldn’t we create? |
| Yeah
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| You don’t cease to amaze me
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| You made all, creation
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| I’m just gettin' my feet wet
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| You got more to offer
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| I got more to learn, so
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| I’m gon' be after
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| When I complicate these things
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| Make 'em all so simple
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| We can’t abbreviate this here
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| We gotta make it last
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| But we can’t fall 'til seasons pass
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| But we can’t fall 'til seasons pass
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| But we can’t fall 'til seasons pass
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| But we can’t— Uh
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| Winter brought the wind and colder showers
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| Had to wait 'til spring to bring the flowers
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| Summer shined the sun and blinded eyes
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| So we put on our shades and laid for hours
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| Melanated, elevated senses, endorphins soarin' high
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| Of course it’s senseless to coast without the brakes
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| It’s no coincidence open eyes can see that we invincible, love
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| I love your exes, ol' whoopty-whoop and what’s-his-name
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| Hootie-hoo and what’s-his-face
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| Them Rudy-poos can’t fuck with super good
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| And although we movin' too fast I’ma keep my foot on the gas
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| But we can’t fall 'til seasons pass
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| But we can’t fall 'til seasons pass, yeah
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| Shea butter, drizzle that cocoa oil
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| Hey, lover-boo out that cocoa soil
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| True to you, boo-boo, stay, oh, so loyal
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| And when you feel blue, you still, oh, so royal
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| Adjust your crown and bless the ground you walk on
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| Heaven’s clouds, a reverend’s bout to start throwin'
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| Holy water, go on, you got to march on
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| Stoney ground, your pony’s round, my hard-on's all your fault
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| Ha, I ain’t throwin' salt
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| We can just go and do the freaky thang
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| Big bang with the hopes that we both get caught
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| But, for sure, keep me posted like a Post-It
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| Got a nigga fallin' under sky like a low bridge
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| We can make it if we take our time, there’s some more shit
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| Baby, hold up
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| But we can’t fall 'til seasons pass
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| But we can’t fall 'til seasons pass, seasons pass, but we can’t, but we can’t—
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| But we can’t, but we can’t—
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| But we can’t, but we can’t, but we can’t, but we can’t, but we can’t,
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| but we can’t, but we can’t—
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| But we can’t fall 'til seasons pass |