| Yeah
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| On my young niggas, on my done nigga
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| Yeah
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| Woo!
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| Yeah
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| On my young one, on my done one
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| One time!
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| Woo!
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| Ay, oh-ay, ay-ay-ah
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| Ay, oh-ay, ay-ay-ah
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| Ay, oh-ay, ay-ay-ah
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| Ay, oh-ay, ay-ay-ah
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| Ay, floatation device
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| Ay, elevate your life
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| Ay, we with ceiling lights
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| Ay, sipping from the kite
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| We in love at the rally
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| Thought they had to add the clothes
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| Tonight we unify society
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| All my sisters and my bros
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| Against the wind, they gon' shoot us Regardless which way it blows
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| In the moon like we’re Venus
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| Kites like UFOs
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| Nigga hold a door
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| What you tryna' to close it for?
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| Nigga hold a door
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| There’s room for some many more
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| Wake up in the morning, don’t know if you’re coming back
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| When we do the we make 60 'til it’s done
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| Everybody need space, okay
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| If you got the light inside, you know you need to blah!
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| If you want to shine way out!
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| If you want to shine way out!
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| Way, way, way out!
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| If you want to bring the day out
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| Kites on my radar, life in my palms
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| We unite through the chaos (only for the purist)
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| Tell them to obey ours
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| My cerebellum threw a rebellion from AR’s (room for the boom stick)
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| The day I have a J.R., I tell him to work for God only, and quit his day job
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| (motherfuck the bullshit)
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| Radio never play ours
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| This revolution ain’t televised with prayer, jumping over borders
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| Ain’t no ruler for restrictions, ain’t no police to deport us Ain’t no summers for our sons, ain’t no dealings for our daughters
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| Every prosecution hung, save the verdict for the lawyers
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| Illuminate the corner, celebrate humanity and scream back at me in the morning
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| Every field in Mississippi, every street in California
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| Know the devil is a liar, it’s the time to be anointed
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| Truck into a stream, disconnected to a dream
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| Head bussin', hittin' nothing, even if I gotta bleed
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| Sittin' waiting patient for a universal pain
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| Politicking with the nation, this is big as you and me huh?
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| I let you find my contacts, okay
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| Tryna set us off for combat, no way
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| Waking up the spirit it’s on every human being
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| If you with us, then you scream, so one day you can shine way out!
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| Me, I’m way, way out
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| Way, way, way out
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| Hey, hey
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| Bring the fucking crayon
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| Hey, hey
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| The girls in here are the humblest
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| We drink out our plastic tumblers
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| While you see us on Tumblrs
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| We wanna get a job as a baroness
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| They don’t want no god damn foreigners!
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| Say «hey, you, you wanna marry us?»
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| Carriers the cross, they carry us I wanna get high cause I’m curious
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| I’m serious, I hope you are feeling us
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| I’m paying all these with periods
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| With mobiles are running delirious
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| It’s our dream, out of this radius
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| I’m letting off kites over barriers
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| I’m letting off kites over barriers
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| I’m letting off kites over barriers
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| I’m letting off kites over barriers
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| I’m letting off kites over barriers
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| There’s room for so many more
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| Hey! |