| Damn, it’s beautiful ain’t it
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| All these wood boxes of flower arrangement
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| Damn, it’s beautiful ain’t it
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| All these kids shoots when ain’t nobody aiming
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| She beautiful ain’t she her vision amazing
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| A rose in the pavement it’s just entertainment
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| That’s what she tried to tell herself as she’s naked for payment
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| Patient is? |
| her faith is erasing
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| She talk to god before she hit the stage
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| Know she in a sea of rage
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| But she gotta see a wage
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| False idols become in vital
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| This is survival or suicidal
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| When they make it rain
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| Them showers of pain
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| Numbing shots to the brain maybe keep her sane
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| Puffing cigarettes in a fishnet
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| Cause a visnet get sicker than a quick set
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| See the past he got pass on
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| Dance to the last song
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| Hope it don’t last long
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| Tryna make ends meet to get by
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| You a slave to the money then you die
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| (Damn it’s beautiful ain’t it
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| All these wood boxes of flower arrangement
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| Damn it’s beautiful ain’t it
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| All these kids shoots when ain’t nobody aiming)
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| Damn it’s beautiful ain’t it
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| All these gold crosses ain’t nobody praying
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| Damn it’s beautiful ain’t it
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| All your friends dying and you hanging with strangers
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| She’s beautiful ain’t she, her case in the making
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| Her break is forsaken, her body is aching
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| But she never keep them waiting, she vacant for Satan
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| Begging for saving, her vision is fading
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| Now she higher than a heel on her stilettos
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| Girl from the ghetto is sweet like falsetto
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| Playing with her needs pull strings like they Geppetto
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| Was time to let go but she never got the memo
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| Tricking for a fix until she falls out
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| Another dog going south in a doll house
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| Tryna make ends meet to get high
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| You a slave to the feeling then you die
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| Every day I cry inside some more
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| I don’t know what I am fighting for |