| Father, I stretch
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| Stretch my hands to you
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| Lifelike, this is what your life like, try to live your life right
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| People really know you, push your buttons like type write
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| This is like a movie, but it's really very lifelike
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| Every single night, right, every single fight, right?
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| I was looking at the 'Gram and I don't even like likes
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| I was screamin' at my Dad, he told me, "It ain't Christ-like"
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| I was screamin' at the referee just like Mike
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| Lookin' for a bright light, Sigel, what your life like
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| Riding on a white bike, feeling like excite bike (Stretch my hands to you)
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| Pressin' on the gas, supernova for a night light
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| Screamin' at my dad and he told me, "It ain't Christ-like"
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| But nobody never tell you when you're being like Christ
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| Only ever seein' me only when they needin' me
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| Like if Tyler Perry made a movie for BET
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| Searchin' for a deity, now you wanna see it free
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| Now you wanna see if we, let's just see if three a piece
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| Tell me what your life like, turn it down, a bright light
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| Drivin' with my dad, and he told me, "It ain't Christ-like" (Stretch my hands to you)
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| I'm just tryna find, I've been lookin' for a new way
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| I'm just really tryin' not to really do the fool way
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| I don't have a cool way, bein' on my best, though
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| Block 'em on the text though, nothin' else next though
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| Not another word, letter, picture, or a decimal (Father, I stretch)
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| Wrestlin' with God, I don't really want to wrestle
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| Man, it's really lifelike, everything in my life (Stretch my hands to you)
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| Arguing with my dad, and he said, "It ain't Christ-like"
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| Man
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| You know, it's like
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| Somebody only close who can get you, like, off your
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| I be on my
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| I woke up this morning, I said my prayers
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| I'm all good, then I tried to talk to my dad (Stretch my hands to you)
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| Give him some advice, he starts spazzin' on me
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| I start spazzin' back, He said "That ain't Christ-like"
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| I said, "Aah" |