| Put up all my troubles today
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| Won’t you let 'em playa ride
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| Without a cloud in the sky
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| These angel’s wings keep me high
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| Who said a Chevy can’t fly?
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| Rain clouds let me by
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| (Sunshine in my life, sunshine in my life)
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| Rain clouds let me by
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| (Sunshine in my life, sunshine in my life)
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| This feel like 1−9-9−5, sitting on the curb
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| Cousin Reggie was a playa, used to give us word
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| Of ridin' in his whip, had to ride in the front
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| Never rode in the back, too much sub in the trunk
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| Too much tint on the car, laws trip with his dog brawls
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| Broads can’t see out face, but they know who we are
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| Back in the day it didn’t rain much
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| A sunny day in the hood all you wanted when you came up
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| Now it’s drive-by's and we really ride by
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| When we used to roll up, cut the glass, cut ties
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| And the grass too high, and the lady gone
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| And all the schools, dope boys used to own
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| Rain clouds, watch the shine off the chrome in the
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| Pull it back and let me bone, damn shame
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| How we change when when it storm
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| won’t
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| Tell 'em bring my nigga home
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| And let' em ride |