| Why oh why is it so hard to say goodbye my lord
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| Oh tell me is it a stairway to heaven I can’t afford?
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| Racin' in this race you might have a crash collision
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| While your babies find their way to make their own decisions
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| Ain’t nobody tell me nothin' 'bout hustlin' strugglin' and gamblin'
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| And runnin' through the maze in Detroit while they’re scribble scramblin'
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| (chours X1.2)
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| (T.N.T???)
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| Now one, you thought I was gone
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| Thought I was lost in the storm
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| But uh, I can never seem let go of this game
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| Gotta keep rollin' on
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| Gotta keep holdin' on, to my handles
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| Stay strong, through the scandles
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| You can neva do, what you plan to do, when niggas try to undahand you
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| Why oh why is it so hard to say peace, to my pain
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| I got the soul of the beast, in my veins
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| I guess I’ll never change
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| All these games people play, I pay no mind
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| No evidence, no crime
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| Can’t let go, of this wicked rhyme
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| (T.N.T???)
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| Why oh why is it hard to say goodbye?
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| Who do doves cry?
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| Why must I stay high?
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| In my world, niggas get wet, like jerry curls
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| Mothers cry
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| Funeral processions ride by
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| Formaldehyde keeps my mind, in the sky
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| I believe, I believe I can fly
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| But uh, why is it so hard to say goodbye?
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| Goodbye
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| (song fades) |