| Who are you to tell me
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| I’m not warm enough for summertime?
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| I know that I get beside myself
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| But you don’t know me like the sun
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| You’ve never seen my horizon
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| If I was everything I never was
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| Drugs got me bubbly suddenly mumbling
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| Simile meant to be for you now
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| The futile go fishing for moon over roof top
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| A new style for praying to everything I ever loved
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| My black boy outer space looking like a rain child
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| But my body move like the sun
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| Go run til 'em rainbow we painted it 50 shades of grey
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| Stones across the lake, the house in the house
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| Deceptive carnations, our wedding we announced
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| On Sunday for the holy of it
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| Solely covet me and you, for you and I
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| Are blissfully tethered to simple redeeming
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| When sadness gets worse and we don’t know why
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| Our city is bleeding for crimson
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| I don’t protest, I just dance in my shadows
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| Hallow be thy empty
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| When my name don’t sing, shallow waters
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| Under bridges don’t forget 'bout me
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| Who are you to love me and not call me by my name?
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| I’m sunny, I’m sunny, just like you… Noname
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| Like the sun, like the sun
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| Who are you to tell me I can’t love you
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| The way mothers love daughters?
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| The way Mary was closest to Joseph
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| And babies is close to The Father
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| You don’t know me and love got a secret hand shake
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| And mad inside jokes
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| I could tell it’s knock knock when my heart beatbox
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| Use your inside vox
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| Who are you to tell me I don’t want you
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| The way flesh wants freedom
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| The way greed love need, the way kings need kingdoms
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| You don’t know what I know, what I’m capable of
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| What I slaved for and traded in favours
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| And gave up for you what I gave up for love
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| Who are you to tell me
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| I’m not warm enough for summertime?
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| I know that I get beside myself
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| But you don’t know me like the sun
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| You’ve never seen my horizon
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| You like the flower that I won’t let die
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| Right before your petals start to wilt
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| I choose to give you one last try
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| Fill your vase up with water, refusin' to neglect you
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| Like your father, so I promise that it won’t run dry
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| Good intentions 'cause I wanna see us both fly
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| But I often put me first and I been wonderin' why
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| I know you probably think you’re blessed
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| To have a wonderful guy
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| And that’s the truth but at the same time a wonderful lie
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| Cause to me you’re a dime and I’m still a nickel
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| And you know niggas say that every coin got two sides
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| Well if you knew both minds not sure you’d like what you find
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| I made mistakes, I want to tell you but can’t make up my mind
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| As I’m writing this I see a red balloon in the sky
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| And to me that’s a sign tellin' me that these lines
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| Were meant to be written, repentin' in the form of a rhyme
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| I know the Lord’s a forgiver, hope he’ll forgive me in time
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| Who are you to tell me
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| I’m not warm enough for summertime?
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| I know that I get beside myself
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| But you don’t know me like the sun
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| You’ve never seen my horizon |