| It’s hard to let it go
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| Let it flow away and never mind it
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| It seems so much more
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| So intense
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| So you never find a way to forgive, to forget, to be unconditional
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| We don’t have to fight no more
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| This isn’t the time to be tumbling on the floor
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| We just have to walk through that door together
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| We don’t have to fight no more
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| This isn’t the time to be tumbling on the floor
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| We just have to walk through that door together
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| We don’t have to fight no more
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| This isn’t the time to be tumbling on the floor
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| We just have to walk through that door together
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| Post the green at your momma’s house
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| Nigga need money, money the root of your momma’s house
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| Momma need food, your momma she claim from her future spouse
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| Why do I do the things that I do on your momma’s blouse?
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| Don’t wake the baby, daddy
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| And daddy ain’t round enough
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| Watching my baby grow up alone in her momma’s house
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| You’re too busy writing these rhymes
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| I never lie in the rhymes
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| I rhyming harder and harder whilst flipping niggas for dimes
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| And she finer than my exes
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| Pistol flapping gun totting and love making’s heaven
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| Still be here tonight and hope to make it to heaven
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| Seven mentions seven
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| And my momma came a-raring
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| And my momma holds a sanctuary
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| I got new goals, got new wishes
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| Be a better father stop calling my women bitches
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| Red gold, green gold, gang do it right
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| And we never do it wrong, now we seeing better days
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| We don’t have to fight no more
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| This isn’t the time to be tumbling on the floor
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| We just have to walk through that door together
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| We don’t have to fight no more
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| This isn’t the time to be tumbling on the floor
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| We just have to walk through that door together |