| One, one, one
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| Peace peace peace
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| Ay, yeah we come in peace peace peace
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| From the west to the east
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| North to the south
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| In the belly of the beast
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| One, one, one, one
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| Two, two
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| Feels like
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| (It was only yesterday)
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| That we sit and watch the sky turning heather grey
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| Black and white watching money leading men astray
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| Falling in and out of light as the heavens spray
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| We mix the whiskey with the lemonade
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| Tryna count the rap that left for
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| Used to laugh when I said it made my belly ache
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| My belly ached everyday, yo it never changed
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| I wasn’t ready for the grave
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| But I was ready to be paid
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| Trust I know we’re never getting saved
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| Twenty four, mixed race
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| Living twelve years a slave
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| (It was only yesterday)
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| My grandfather getting knuckled by the pepper spray
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| More fire brings the riot like a renegade
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| Seeing if setting fire to the rain as the letters fade
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| No doubt I was raised out the south
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| Tell your ex boyfriend to keep my name out his mouth
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| I been in and out, to drag the pain out the house
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| Being brave something proud say my name I’m about
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| There comes a time
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| In everyone’s life
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| When you have to fall in love
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| Once or twice
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| It never really feels like
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| (It was only yesterday)
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| Back when I thought I’d never touch the motherland
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| Because my skin’s a different colour to them other man
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| But still they’re calling me the coloured man
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| So you can find me in the straight peanut butter jam
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| Sticky, make a finger snap like a rubber band
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| We expand like a grand in another hand
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| Melts like butter in the pan as the others ran
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| Damn, but me I stuck around, no doubt pull the finger out
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| Flabber in the ground
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| Down south know what I’m about just another clown
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| Red snout running in the mouth of another town
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| Drown, drown
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| (It was only yesterday)
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| When everyone was in the same place
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| And we were stuck up in that same race
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| Same face listening to beats with the same taste, waste
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| But now my beats come from LA
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| Californ-king of the streets kick it like Pele
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| You see that dip in the ground its bad soil
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| It’s LC and Madlib, it’s mad loyal
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| There comes a time
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| In everyone’s life
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| (It's mad loyal)
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| When you have to fall in love
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| Once or twice
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