| Quiet down, tryin' listen to my heart
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| Cause only light can get you through the dark
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| The end’s inevitable truth is in the middle
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| Only you can start muhfucka come on
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| Pandemic turn me fully alcoholic
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| But I’m also growin' like crazy so fuck it
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| I can’t and I don’t have to call it
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| Feel like my soul winnin' long as less than half is toxic
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| The time is the present, that’s an always there
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| This summer we rise, we know what Fall could bring
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| But this the time we actually stay up when we say goodbye
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| Cause we been sayin that to each other for years up in NY
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| And this is for the ones that died before they fathers
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| 'Fore they causes, fuck a forefather
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| This for George and Breanna, this for the New York
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| I absorbed and was brought up in
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| We starting to look familiar
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| Ridin' through the city like muhfuckin Piggy
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| Wind in her hair and my baby’s so pretty
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| Whims of despair, every day we so shitty
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| Wings in the air, know the haters gon lift me up
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| Cause this the day we learn to fly
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| We been hurtin', we been yearnin'
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| This the day we learnin' why
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| We lookin' up
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| Ridin' through the city like muhfuckin Piggy
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| Wind in her hair and my baby’s so pretty
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| Whims of despair, every day we so shitty
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| Wings in the air, know the haters gon lift me up
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| Ridin' through the city like muhfuckin Piggy
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| Wind in her hair and my baby’s so pretty
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| Whims of despair, every day we so shitty
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| Wings in the air, know the haters gon lift me up
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| I don’t really know what they got in store for us
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| But why the fuck we bow down when there’s more of us?
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| I’m tired of runnin my feet they been gettin' blisters
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| Protect a woman I see you like you my sister
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| You supposed to be my brother, how we beefin' wit each other?
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| We got 99 problems, we really don’t need another
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| The odds already stacked
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| He should still be alive but his eyes rolled to the back
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| That’s how the police react, damn
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| You can’t imagine what I’m thinkin'
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| If I’m goin out then I’m havin' pigs in a blanket
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| Pandemic, a plandemic I can’t mention
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| Can’t trust em, I gotta keep up my antennas
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| Socially distant from the wicked, this shit is sickening
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| I pray they never catch me slippin'
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| Ridin' dirty cause I’m black they tryna lock me in the system
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| I pray they never catch me slippin'
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| Ridin' through the city like muhfuckin Piggy
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| Wind in her hair and my baby’s so pretty
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| Whims of despair, every day we so shitty
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| Wings in the air, know the haters gon lift me up
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| Cause this the day we learn to fly
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| We been hurtin', we been yearnin'
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| This the day we learnin' why
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| We lookin' up
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| Ridin' through the city like muhfuckin Piggy
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| Wind in her hair and my baby’s so pretty
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| Whims of despair, every day we so shitty
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| Wings in the air, know the haters gon lift me up
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| Ridin' through the city like muhfuckin Piggy
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| Wind in her hair and my baby’s so pretty
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| Whims of despair, every day we so shitty
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| Wings in the air, know the haters gon lift me up
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| Ridin' through the city screamin' muthafuckin Piggy
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| Lift me up, go and lift me up
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| Ridin' through the city screamin' muthafuckin Piggy
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| Lift me up, go and lift me up
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| Cause I’m the type to take a pandemic
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| Make it anthemic
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| Days is decay and lost friendship
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| The sun is in hiding, the rays is authentic
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| At least they ain’t lying, we gon find that shit
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| Cause ain’t nobody finna tell us what we can’t do
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| If you gotta nail to the real, stand true yeah
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| You ain’t gon keep feedin' lions lay in focus
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| Sooner or later you’ll be dinner muhfucka
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| This for colder days we heatin' up
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| Keepin hope for days I need the luck
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| Fuck my older ways, I need adjust
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| Cause if I don’t look up, how we gon change the world?
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| Change the world |