| The air was cold
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| Oh, and the money was tight
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| I clung to her body that night
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| Pretending I was in love
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| See I been told
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| That this kind of living ain’t right
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| But it becomes hard to fight
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| When it fits like a glove
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| And I’m tired of dodging blows under the table
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| I can’t do what I been told
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| Living young but growing old
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| And I say
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| I’m just holding on for my survival
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| And I can’t ever seem to just let it be
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| My wheels keep rollin' on
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| Even though my money’s gone
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| Well, Imma go home and pray for the revival
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| See my father was made
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| Straight from the salt of the earth
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| He taught me bout a dollar bills worth
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| He thought me how to survive
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| Cain’t be a slave
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| Losing my life to my work
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| Ain’t easy and I know it’s gon hurt
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| But it keeps me alive
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| Said, I think it’s time for me to go while I’m still able
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| I can’t do what I been told
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| Living young but growing old
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| And I say
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| I’m just holding on for my survival
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| And I can’t ever seem to just let it be
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| My wheels keep rollin' on
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| Even though my money’s gone
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| Well, Imma go home and pray for the revival
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| Imma go home and pray for the revival
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| So, I’m just holding on for my survival
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| And I can’t ever seem to just let it be
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| My wheels keep rollin' on
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| Even though my money’s gone
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| Well, Imma go home and pray for the revival
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| Yeah, Imma go home and pray for the revival
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| Yeah, yeah |