| She’s the only one, one, one, yeah, yeah
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| And so I roll with her, ooh
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| That’s how it’s supposed to be
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| Living life with loved ones close to me
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| Shh, ahh, this is the remedy
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| And I got the recipe, I don’t need no Hennessy
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| Yeah, it’s been nine months now
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| Haven’t had a drink and I’m starting to see clear now
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| I’m putting all my fears down
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| I can hear the cheers now
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| Seeing peace signs when I look around
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| Hey, young homie what you trippin' on
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| Looking at life, like how did I get it wrong
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| Life’s too short, gotta live it long
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| To my brothers and sisters, when will we get along
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| Hey, young homie what you trippin' on
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| Looking at life, like how did I get it wrong
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| Life’s too short, gotta live it long
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| To my brothers and sisters when will we get along
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| Open up your eyes, look around
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| Homie, can you see how it’s going down?
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| Brothers locked up, sisters knocked up
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| If you wanna build your love up, put your hate down
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| Ooh, that’s the only way to live
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| Turnin' negatives to positives
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| «It's gonna be alright"Bob Marley said
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| Fuck the dumb shit, keep it movin', that’s what time it is
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| Hey, young homie what you trippin' on
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| Looking at life, like how did I get it wrong
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| Life’s too short, gotta live it long
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| To my brothers and sisters, when will we get along
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| Hey, young homie what you trippin' on
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| Looking at life, like how did I get it wrong
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| Life’s too short, gotta live it long
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| To my brothers and sisters, when will we get along
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| Give peace to the war in the streets
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| Give peace to the evil that creeps, yeah
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| I just ride, put my hand to the sky
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| Live life like I’m never gon' die
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| See we be fighting and fussing over nothing
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| So much destruction, looking like puppets
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| Combusting like nothing, now listen
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| It takes education, to change your reputation
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| From bad to good, you’re gettin' better now you’re elevating
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| They be singing, family’s hanging, everybody’s chillin'
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| Not gonna stop this, living on the feeling
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| Man this is the real thing, tell me can you feel me
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| Wait 'til they drop this, dancing on the ceiling
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| Hey, young homie what you trippin' on
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| Ah, what you really trippin' on
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| Life’s too short, gotta live it long
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| To my brothers and sisters when will we get along
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| Hey, young homie what you trippin' on
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| Looking at life, like how did I get it wrong
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| Life’s too short, gotta live it long
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| To my brothers and sisters when will we get along
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| Young homie what you trippin' on |