| Heya whoa
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| Heya
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| Heya
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| Heya
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| Heya
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| Oo
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| Ashes all over their feet
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| Some people fall to the heat
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| Dance with the devil, or she
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| Could sing with God when they meet
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| The way you move your body, dem a watch you
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| Tip pon your toe, you have no shackle
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| She don’t want no Luke, John, Matthew
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| Bad in her heels, but your soul ago hot you
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| She never pose like a statue
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| Nuff a dem try open your novel
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| She don’t want no Luke, John, Matthew (no sir)
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| They don’t have a pole in the chapel
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| She wants to dance all night
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| She wants to feel the burn
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| It’s getting hot in here
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| She doesn’t seem concerned
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| She wants to dance all night
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| She wants to pass the time
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| Yeah she’s loose
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| She bruk wild with no shoes, I see the…
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| Ashes all over their feet
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| Some people fall to the heat
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| Dance with the devil, or she
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| Could sing with God when they meet
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| Heya heya whoa
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| Heya heya whoa
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| Heya heya whoa
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| Heya whoa
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| Heya heya whoa
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| Heya heya a whoa
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| Heya heya a whoa
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| Heya whoa
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| I know you singing to the beat of His loving
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| I know you singing to the beat of of His songs |
| I know you out of tune but you keep on humming
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| I know you singing (yeah)
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| I know you singing (yeah)
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| I know you sinning
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| What you listening nowadays?
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| Is it simple?
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| Is it plain?
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| Is it vintage?
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| Is it Drake?
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| Is it? |
| (Is it, is it?)
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| Singing to your pain?
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| Is it filling up brain
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| With the images of hate vivid?
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| Is it Biggie with the faith or Biggie with Jhene
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| Is it big enough to break spirit?
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| Is it?
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| Lyrics fi the brave are you willing to be saved with me?
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| Is it Whitney? |
| (rest in power)
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| Is it Whitney? |
| (is it Bobby?)
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| When it hit you do you stay with it?
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| Is it roots sound system when it plays
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| Or the sound of the youths in the system getting slain?
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| Does your hero wear a cape? |
| (oh no)
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| Spend all night to save the day?
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| Me hear say the devil drop a tape
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| And if a download lower down inna da grave, wait (Ashes)
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| All over where she stay
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| Cah the devil move her out the realest state
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| But she hear when God sinG pon the waves
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| Now she have to be in tune to the frequency it play
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| Yeah
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| Ashes all over their feet
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| Some people fall to the heat |
| Dance with the devil, or she
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| Could sing with God when they meet
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| Heya heya a whoa
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| Heya heya whoa
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| Heya heya whoa
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| Heya, whoa
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| Heya heya whoa
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| Heya heya whoa
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| Heya heya whoa
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| Heya a a whoa |