| We’re too material, materialistic
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| But one possession I prize is just my stereo
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| I got her when I was five, after I wished it
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| Now all I need to survive’s a simple stereo
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| She’s with me when I’m feeling low
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| And no one else knows
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| I take her everywhere I go
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| Whoa uh oh
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| The only girl in my life when other chicks dis'
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| Nobody there to confide in but my stereo
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| She sang Marley we vibe Natural Mystic
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| Until the day that I die gon' love my stereo
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| She’s with me when I have no dough
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| Totally broke
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| I take her everywhere I go
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| Whoa uh oh
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| (Instrumental)
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| Well my mother met her at a mall
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| I believe she had emigrated from Japan
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| On display but they ain’t never let her music play
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| 'Cause her boss was a mean old man
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| And he didn’t like kid’s dancing and rapping all around her bumpin' that
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| hip-hop, hip-hop
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| But everybody love her in the ghetto and they start to groove
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| Whenever she be on the block to rock
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| We’re too material, materialistic
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| But one possession I prize is just my stereo
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| I got her when I was five, after I wished it
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| Now all I need to survive’s a simple stereo
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| She’s with me when I’m feeling low
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| And no one else knows
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| I take her everywhere I go
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| Whoa uh oh
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| We’re too material, materialistic
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| We’re too material, materialistic
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| We’re too material materialistic
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| We’re too material |