| People don’t want that real, they just say that they do
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| Nah, people don’t want that real, and I’m one of 'em too
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| I’m so easily entertained by ratchet activity
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| Violent, negative imagery always seem to interest me
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| I tell myself no more music glorifying evil
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| Selling drugs, womanizing, killing our people
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| Then I hear a song with a tight beat and can’t deny it
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| The hook is catchy so I subconsciously memorize it
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| Next thing you know, I’m reciting all the lyrics
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| And my day don’t feel complete unless I hear it
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| Inviting darkness in my spirit, this can’t be light
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| I’m craving what I’m 'posed to be fighting, this can’t be right
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| I must be blind to the effects, this can’t be sight
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| Death is in the power of the tongue 'cause this can’t be life
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| Be careful what you get involved with
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| 'Cause you can’t support a cause but then hate the effects that it causes, uh
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| Do I really want change? |
| Am I really who I claim?
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| When that final day comes, Lord, will you call my name?
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| It’s just really on my brain, uh
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| Do I really want change? |
| Am I really who I claim? |
| When that final day comes, Lord, will you call my name?
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| It’s just really on my brain
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| People don’t want love, they just say that they do
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| Nah, people don’t want love, and I’m one of 'em too
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| I’m so easily entertained by the thrill of the chase
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| Infatuated with a new name and a new face
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| I tell myself no more hollerin' at these girls
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| All I need is one, give her diamonds, give her pearls
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| But I’m steady looking past what’s right there in my grasp
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| Someone that I can have who would give me her last, uh
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| Next thing you know, I’m talking to someone new
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| She don’t love who I am, she just love what I do
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| First she used to ignore me, now she love to explore me
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| Was cool the first couple weeks, now she starting to bore me
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| This ain’t right, feeling like a habit I can’t fight
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| Think I might have to learn how to curb my appetite
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| All my life, I said that I been wanting me a wife
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| Well, I can’t spend my time just chasing whoever’s fine, for real
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| Do I really want change? |
| Am I really who I claim?
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| When that final day comes, Lord, will you call my name? |
| It’s just really on my brain, uh
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| Do I really want change? |
| Am I really who I claim?
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| When that final day comes, Lord, will you call my name?
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| It’s just really on my brain |