| Open up my window and stare
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| Are you here or are you there, can you hear
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| Can you feel it, can you tell me you care, my dear
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| Can you show me pretty pictures my dear
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| You find the greatest riches in em dishes my dear
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| Scriptures I share keep coming till it itches your ear
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| Reaches you there
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| Hanging over just as thick as the air
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| Well life is moving just as quick as a hare
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| Uh, stays tougher than a tip of a spear despair
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| I swear, I see the shit that you bear
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| I swear would you believe me if I tell you I’m here
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| Paranoia is near and yet you tell me that it’s love that you fear
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| I swear you take it from baby I’ll cover the rest
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| Yeah. |
| What is it that we share
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| Is it the truth or a dare
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| Imma look outta my window and stare
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| And in the end there’s a ridiculous flare (Ric Flair). |
| Yeah
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| I got the sunshine out my window
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| I’ve got a pocket full of indoor
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| It’s got me feeling like a hero
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| Even though my heart’s heavy like a kilo
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| And I can’t see the street people
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| I’m the only one who hears the street disco
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| Right outside my window
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| It’s right outside…
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| Lemme hear you say eyoooo oouooh
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| When the drums mix in the bongo
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| Lemme hear you say eyoooo oouooh
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| When the sun beats up the young o
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| Oh sweet soul, ooooo
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| Do you, ever go to your window and stare
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| Look into the air like some meaning was there
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| It’s what you seeking still there
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| Are you here or are you there
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| Tell me where, are you far, are you near
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| Ah, look out my window see the people don’t care
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| Some wear conspicuous wear and ridiculous hair
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| The hypocritical stare that’s as stiff as a spear
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| It’s 2020 vision so the difference is clear
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| It make me wanna light the spliff up in here
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| I wish you were here, you’d see the vision was clear
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| Go ahead and sit in my chair
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| Nah, move back a little just like residual hair
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| Yeah. |
| There
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| You see the visions appear, the pictures are there
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| Now tell me if you ever getting sick of the air
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| Is it what we share
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| Go ahead and sit in my chair
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| Make you aware of the lyrical flair in Ric Flair
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| Lemme hear you say eyoooo oouooh
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| When the drums mix the bongo
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| Lemme hear you say eyoooo oouooh
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| When the sun beats up the young o
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| I got the sunshine out my window
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| I’ve got a pocket full of indoor
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| It’s got me feeling like a hero
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| Even though my heart’s heavy like a kilo
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| And I can’t see the street people
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| I’m the only one who hears the street disco
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| Right outside my window
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| It’s right outside…
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| Do you ever look out your window and stare
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| And wonder about the universe and physics of air
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| Man is limited yeah. |
| The liquidity affair
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| Now this is what I think of when I sit in my chair
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| But all they wanna know is what he did to his hair
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| But the nigga don’t care, I really don’t care
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| I’m staring out my window so I really don’t hear
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| But the lyrical flair has been revealed in Ric Flair
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| The super freaks screw two in a week
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| He chew on his Tee and his shoes looking cheap
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| In too deep in the booth for a week
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| Oooo when he tweets, oooo on the sheets
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| The Gentile and the Jew to the weak
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| Make way for the Hebrew and the sheep
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| Got nowhere to sleep
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| This is for the ordinary Joe on the street
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| Who blow on the leaf and making dough
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| Real nigga earn your keep
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| We bang it on the radio nigga bump it in your jeep
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| Put it on repeat. |
| For love and defeat shawty
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| The shit will dry your eyes when you weep, sweet
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| I guess it’s all on me
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| Staring out the window let it fall on me
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| Fall on we, see the love in me
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| Fucking baby that must be the thug in me, yeah |