| Oh, right, oh
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| Oh, why, na-da-da-da
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| I keep my head high
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| I got my wings to carry me
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| I don’t know freedom
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| I want my dreams to rescue me
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| I keep my faith strong
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| I ask the Lord to follow me
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| I’ve been unfaithful
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| I don’t know why you call on me
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| This is my canvas (Yeah, my canvas)
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| I’ma paint it how I want it baby, oh I
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| This is my canvas
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| I’ma paint it, paint it, paint it, how I want it nigga
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| Fuck you 'cause there, there is no right or wrong, only a song
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| I like to write alone, be in my zone
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| Think back to Forest Hills, no perfect home
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| But the only thing like home I’ve ever known
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| Until they snatched it from my mama
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| And foreclosed her on the loan
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| I’m so sorry that I left you there to deal with that alone
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| I was up in New York City chasing panties, getting dome
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| Had no clue what you was going through
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| How could you be so strong?
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| And how could I be so selfish? |
| I know I can be so selfish
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| I could tell by how I treat you with my girl, damn she so selfless
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| But she put up with my ways because she loves me like you do
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| And though it don’t always show, I love her just like I love you, and
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| I need to treat you better
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| Wish you could live forever
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| So we could spend more time together
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| I love you mama
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| I keep my head high
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| I got my wings to carry me
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| I don’t know freedom
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| I want my dreams to rescue me
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| I keep my faith strong
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| I ask the Lord to follow me
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| I’ve been unfaithful
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| I don’t know why you call on me
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| E-e-eee, e-e, apparently
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| You believe in me, you believe in me
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| E-e-eee, e-e, apparently
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| You believe in me, and I thank you for it, oh, I
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| Another day, another rhyme, ho
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| Another day, another time zone
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| Today, I woke up feeling horny so it’s only right, I got two bitches playing on
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| my trombone
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| Keep up, never sure where the words would take me
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| Niggas eat em up and regurgitate me
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| Shit trump tight never slurred it lazy
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| Give a virgin the urge to rape me, nigga please
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| Best friends really make great for enemies
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| My watch came, niggas can’t wait for one of these
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| I see you, nigga, this ain’t no Rolex, it’s an AP, nigga
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| I’m hot, dog, catch up to me, nigga— huh, couldn’t resist
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| Aim for the stars and I shouldn’t have missed
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| But I was riding on fumes, so I stopped by the moon
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| Now I’m sitting on the hood of this bitch
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| Like, «Thanks for the view,» waiting on thanks from a few
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| 'Cause without me you wouldn’t exist
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| You know that shit, gave you the blueprint, don’t forget
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| Cold as your phone on zero percent
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| Going off, now niggas showing off
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| Niggas swear they hard, but they flowing soft
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| I’m taking off like «boing!» |
| on a big ass Boeing, and getting head like a coin
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| toss, too easy
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| I keep my head high
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| I got my wings to carry me
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| I don’t know freedom
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| I want my dreams to rescue me
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| I keep my faith strong
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| I ask the Lord to follow me
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| I’ve been unfaithful
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| I don’t know why you call on me
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| E-e-eee, e-e, apparently
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| You believe in me, you believe in me
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| E-e-eee, e-e, apparently
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| You believe in me, and I thank you for it, oh I |