| Haha
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| In there, but for the grace of God, go I
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| It’s kinda neat
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| I wonder what it means?
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| I rock a jam for love
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| I quit my band for love
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| I smack the chrome tool right out your hand for love
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| Make you cry like a dove, leave you standing alone
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| In a world so cold, watch the drama unfold
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| Cause you sold your soul, now you fearing your death
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| Sniffin' crystal meth 'til their ain’t nothin' left
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| But, rock bottom hurts when you hit it
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| You start to reflect on all the friends you shitted
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| Your pride won’t admit it, so you start to sink lower
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| Your Caught in a flood, and you tryin' to find Noah
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| If you hungry and you near me, yo, you gonna get fed
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| If you sleepy and you need a place to lay yo' head
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| Come take my bed, I’ll sleep on the floor
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| Cause these are the times that friends are for
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| I see everybody out here doin' for self
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| And they don’t give a damn on the next man
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| Puttin' status and wealth over God and health
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| I can’t wait 'til you the next man
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| I get uptight for love
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| You know I’ll fight for love
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| And I might keep my wifey up all night for love
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| And when the daylight comes, I be seein' mad bums
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| With no shoes on their feet plus nothin' to eat
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| I can’t save the whole street, so I feel like I’m beat
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| And why I play the game when nothin' gonna change?
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| The only change that’s wanted is loose in my jeans
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| I get rushed on every corner by a bum or a fiend
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| I’m tryin' to keep my diem, I try to give to the poor
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| Tryin' to get through this life and get to that door
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| I’m all up in this mix for these final ticks
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| Going all the way to seven and it’s half past six
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| I pray to God for love
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| I make G hot for love
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| And I just might blow your freakin' car for love
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| I make you sing «Hey Love» like my man King Sun
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| I freak the art of noise over all you toys
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| Better bring you boys, summon all you crew
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| No matter what you do, it’s coming back on you
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| Just like a planet orbits, let your spunge absorb it
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| Logical conclusion is b-boy fusion
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| And confusion say that he want control
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| Of your mentality, your body and your soul
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| So if you lose your hold, come and take my hand
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| And link up this chain, cause money that’s the plan
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| I’m tryin' to get through this maze, not to win this race
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| We either ridin' on a horse or walkin' on our face
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| So come take your place on the side of love
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| And swallow up your ego and your pride for love |