| Uh Yeah, It’s Gravity
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| Keeps pullin' me down
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| pullin' me down
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| Listen I pen songs for the perishin' and parishioners
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| Them hearers and them listeners, the home and the visitors
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| This is not a game, you can’t tame or make it purty
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| They say the earth cursed, so our mouths stay dirty
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| There’s mud on the track, a slug in ya' back
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| Police done pulled you over wit' a gun in ya' lap
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| And you ain’t the power to make it through this parade
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| The workers can’t keep the profit — everything here is vain
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| My job oppressive, I strive for my blessin’s
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| The pastor so corrupt it’s hard to ride with his message
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| Riches destroy the owners, the government think they own us
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| My onus is to keep the police from ridin' all up on us
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| Leavin' money to kids who spend it on getting' blitz
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| Say, what’s the point of livin' to give it up in the end
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| Then again, all my sin has been pinned to the cross
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| I know I’m free forever from this land of the lost
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| Yeah, every time I think I’m flying
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| I’m just falling
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| So close to touching the sky
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| But gravity keeps pulling me back down
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| But I can’t stay here forever
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| I want to go, ooh one day!
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| I want to go
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| Somewhere where there’s no gravity
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| Somebody told me there was no such thing as truth
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| I said, «If that’s the case then why should I believe you?»
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| Murder, money, and mayhem, every place that I lay in
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| My problems follow suit, I’m tailor-made for this, ain’t I?
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| It’s deep. |
| You wanna go deep? |
| I’ll take you deep
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| Reality is really just cheap
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| Yo' eyes wide open apparently, but you sleep
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| And everything you have in your hands you’ll never keep
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| So why hold on, I flow on to go on, before long I float on
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| Eternal life is what I’m thinkin' I’mma bank my hope on
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| Believe me, easy is irrelevant
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| The devil want us burning for the hell of it
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| Elephants in the room say we can’t talk about impending doom
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| Or we gospel rappin' or preaching people out of they shoes
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| It’s cool, I’ll be that dude. |
| We glued to our depravity,
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| Until somebody free us from this gravity. |
| Fly!
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| Yeah, every time I think I’m flying
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| I’m just falling
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| So close to touching the sky
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| But gravity keeps pulling me back down
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| But I can’t stay here forever
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| I want to go, ooh one day!
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| I want to go
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| Somewhere where there’s no gravity
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| Yeah, every time I think I’m flying
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| I’m just falling
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| So close to touching the sky
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| But gravity keeps pulling me back down
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| But I can’t stay here forever
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| I want to go, ooh one day!
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| I want to go
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| Somewhere where there’s no gravity |