| I heard there’s beauty in little things
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| So let me show a little love
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| I heard there’s beauty in the little things
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| But I’m blinded by what’s comfortable
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| I heard there’s beauty in the little things
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| I see them everyday, I see them everyday
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| I heard there’s beauty in the little things
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| That my walls can sing
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| Man, it feel good to be here
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| Put it in my room
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| Spillin' out tonsils, flu
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| Loathin' and dreamin', I think I’m on shrums
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| Makin' things hotter, I’m keepin' my cool
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| Friday it was jestin' but today I’m on some solo shit
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| Chillin' with some witches, feelin' bored and into weegys
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| Believe me, miss, every dog has his day
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| So I’m workin' all these pruns to get this shit all out my way
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| Cliche as the punch-lines, my white friend says
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| Not here to segregate, but she help inspire the tape
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| I need an Acri9 virgin, feel like swervin' on purpose
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| Left the windows rolled down so the odor will surface
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| I forgot to get my oil changed, so my motor get murdered
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| But I got enough drive to get back to the rehearsal
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| People tell me I’m workin', I do this shit for the love
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| Like all my work dawgs that believe in the park
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| It’s boys time, and way out of his mind
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| I may have lost my marbles, but I found a good life
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| (Hook) |