| Sometimes, 'bout every twenty years
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| It comes, and everyone’s in fear
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| We pray, and hope we will survive
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| If they don’t like me then I die
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| No, I ain’t talkin''bout style
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| Cause style can make or break you honey-chile
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| No, I ain’t talkin''bout war,
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| I’m talking 'bout style
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| I hope this time it stays around a little while
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| Talkin''bout style
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| Better hope they like
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| Those clothes that I wear
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| And I hope they Like
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| The way I wear my hair
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| And I hope they like
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| The way I do my thang
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| And this here new song
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| That I’m 'bout to sang
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| I’m talkin''bout style
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| Sometimes, 'bout every twenty years
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| It comes, and everyone’s in fear
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| We pray, and hope we will survive
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| Cause if one, just one don’t like you
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| Then you die
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| No, I ain’t talkin''bout style
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| Cause style can make or break you honey-chile
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| No, I ain’t talkin''bout war,
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| I’m talking 'bout style
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| I hope this time it stays around a little while
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| Talkin''bout style |