| Eating dinner with the billionaires
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| But truthfully, I ain’t make it there
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| I’m climbing up a lot of stairs
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| It took a long time for me to make it here
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| And I ain’t playing fair
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| My watch on tic, shit
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| Turbo on gold, Lamborghini tho
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| The top all gone like presto (it's magic)
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| But they don’t hear me though
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| Talk to the preacher (Amen)
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| I said talk to the preacher (Amen)
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| A long arm, yeah, reacher (can't touch me now)
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| I’m saying words I hope they reach ya (I hope you understand, me comprende?)
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| Genuine up in my features (Oh God)
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| Came back, no glitches (Oh God)
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| Front row seats to all games
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| Then we throw it up like the ball games
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| (Game six) (talk to 'em, talk to 'em)
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| When I saw you walking by
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| I knew I had to have you
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| And I’d die inside if you came on by
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| And you say hello (Goddamn)
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| Like water to your stride
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| But you never look in my direction
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| (But you never look in my direction)
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| But I swear it’s true and know if you do
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| You ain’t never be the same again
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| If you let me catch your eye
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| I promise you won’t be walking by from me (hell naw, hell naw)
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| If you let me catch your eye
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| I promise you won’t be walking by from me
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| Talk to 'em
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| I’ve begging, pleaded and cry
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| I’ve begging, pleading
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| I’ve begging, pleading and cry
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| Tried everything to make you
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| (Tried everything to make you)
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| See what everyone sees
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| That you just don’t believe
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| Could be me
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| You gonna lose your way
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| (You gonna lose your way)
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| If you let me catch your eye
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| I promise you won’t be walking by from me (hell naw, hell naw)
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| If you let me catch your eye
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| I promise you won’t be walking by from me
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| Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh
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| When I saw you walking by
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| Tell you that we gone
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| It’s too late, you can tell by my vibe
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| Cause I tell yo nigga that we gone
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| Tell ya that we gone
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| Curtains in the back
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| Man, we gone
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| Maybach on the city streets, we gone
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| If you let me, if you let me
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| A lot of empty seats on the plane in the morn
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| If you let me, if you let me
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| Up in the air gone
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| If you let me, if you let me
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| 40,000 square feet in the crib
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| 40,000 miles in the air, be gone
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| Gotta bring the soul back, control back |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Catch Your Eye , by - Jussie Smollett. Song from the album Sum of My Music, in the genre Соул