| Hey-hey, hey-hey
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| Hey-hey, hey-hey
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| Oh, oh, huh
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| Look up to God, put my head in the sky (Put my head in the sky)
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| Losses after losses, I just wonder why (I wonder why, I wonder why)
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| People think I’m trippin' like my shoes untied (Like my shoes untied)
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| If it wasn’t for the music, would’ve gave up now (I cry in the, I cry in the)
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| I cry in the dark, that’s why it seem alright
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| But I know that I’m special, not the average type
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| It’s alright to cry sometimes
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| It’s gon' be okay, gon' be fine
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| We all gotta leave some day
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| And that’s the scariest thing
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| Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
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| Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
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| We all gotta leave some day
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| And that’s the scariest thing
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| Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
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| Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
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| I come from real, below the bottom
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| From under, yeah, no food in stomach, yeah
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| Better days are comin', yeah
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| My homie dead, yeah
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| I’m number three, Dwayne Wade
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| Smoke we high, meditate
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| She eat me like dinner plates, uh
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| I don’t go away, I never fade, even when I die
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| All these people they can never say «Kevo wasn’t the hardest and the smartest»,
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| young nigga on the market
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| All that hate they be dodgin'
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| Leave it up to God, I know He’ll solve, I know that He will
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| All that flodgin', know you ain’t real
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| I wake up every mornin' not knowin' if I’ma live
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| I’m trained to kill with not a gun but with my mind
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| You know that I was born to be different
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| Hard head, I don’t ever listen
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| Nigga know I had nothin' on God
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| People know that I never starve
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| I’m smokin' in rental cars, I don’t give a fuck my pockets large
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| I smoke so much, I can’t feel pain anymore
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| Everybody said I changed but they changed, show me Lord
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| I sit back and I reminisce, it’s insane to me Lord
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| Every time that I have a problem, I run to you Lord
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| I come back to you Lord, yeah, I run to you Lord
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| I come back to you Lord, you know I run to you Lord
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| Look up to God, put my head in the sky (Put my head in the sky)
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| Losses after losses, I just wonder why
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| People think I’m trippin' like my shoes untied
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| If it wasn’t for the music, would’ve gave up now
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| I cry in the dark, that’s why it seem alright (That's why it seem alright)
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| But I know that I’m special, not the average type
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| But it’s alright to cry sometimes
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| It’s gon' be okay, gon' be fine, no, oh-oh
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| Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
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| It’s gon' be fine, oh-oh
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| It’s gon' be fine, oh-oh
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| Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah |