| Kumbaya, kumbaya, kumbaya, kumbaya
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| Strings and Bling and strings and bling
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| The peace they bring to me
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| I sing for peace for peace for love and peace
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| The streets is deep they need the peace
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| Kumbaya, kumbaya
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| I tell my secrets to a bottle
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| I trusted over a couple people that I know
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| I tip over I really got suicidal
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| I felt way too guilty so I read the bible
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| Not for forgiveness I did that shit for survival
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| Born in the system but bitch I broke out the cycle
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| I took off from the ditches but still got homies inside
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| Evil runs loose every day and night
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| Love only visits on your birthday night
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| Can’t judge a torn soul till you felt it’s pain
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| Now heal me with all these chains
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| Kumbaya, kumbaya, kumbaya, kumbaya
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| Strings and Bling and Strings and Bling
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| The peace they bring to me
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| I sing for peace for peace for love and peace
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| The streets is deep they need the peace
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| Kumbaya, kumbaya
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| Pay me in carrots, get me to Paris so I can fuck up a marriage
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| Fuck up a wedding fuck in the back of a carriage
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| Pay me in carrots I need my halo to glisten
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| Pay me in love and peace and I’ll pay you attention
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| Pray for my children I pay their tuition
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| If you pay me in hate and envy they’ll pay you a visit
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| These words kill my sisters with anxiety
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| But these things heal my spirit with entirety
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| I’m living untidy serenity walked out on me
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| For that reason I need Jesus and his pieces to shine on me
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| Kumbaya, kumbaya, kumbaya, kumbaya
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| Strings and Bling and strings and bling
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| The peace they bring to me
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| I sing for peace for peace for love and peace
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| The streets is deep they need th |