| It all started back in '97
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| An adolescent with big dreams
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| And sick skeems, whenever the knowledge’s tested
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| She had the hottest essence, the whole nine yards
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| Enough to make my mind go, oh my gosh
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| She had me hooked like addiction to drugs
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| The proper term for the moment, unconditional love
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| Just like the crips and the bloods, she had me howering over the streets
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| She’s the reason for this, and considering my solo release
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| The reason why I even flow over beats
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| The reason why I, Prop Dylan even rose from defeat
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| Now I am standing on both of my feet, don
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| She’s my life, my shoulder to weep on
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| She’s gods gift to the man, yes
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| Fullfilling my list of demand, it’s sick when I fantisize
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| About a life without her body and soul
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| Without her shine in my life, I am rock bottom in soil
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| Can you imagine a goddess, who lifts you up
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| No matter how hard it is, when it gets corrupt
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| She’s there for you, wiping up the drips of blood
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| Never quick to judge, she only wish for love
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| She had me feeling like a king with a crown
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| Cuz everytime that I mentioned her name, heads were spinning around
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| Our steps quivered the ground, in every town that we walked
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| Loud when she talked, getting rounds of applause
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| She took me down to New York, so I could spot her stomping grounds
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| She picked me up, straight out the box of lost and found
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| Whenever I was bossed and tossed around
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| She told me to walk my own path, like a nomad
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| Never will I lose her, that’ll be the day they put a toetag
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| On my notepad, there’s no match, for a starving artist
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| I was partly cautious, but she was all I wanted
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| From March to August, yeah I fought for her heart
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| Even though I was born the chosen one like the Dalai Lamas
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| Out the darkest waters, she bloomed to a queen
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| Soon to be free, when I am persuing my dreams
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| It’s not just sunny days, cuz now the page has been flipped
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| From a saint to a dangerous sadistic b*tch
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| What a waist of a gift, traded for the devil inside
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| I’mma never be bitter instead I’mma thrive
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| But I want her dead or alive, whenever she’s spreading her thies
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| For a lot of dudes, just to knock 'em boots, like a prostitute
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| All of this cuz she got alot of a’s and o’s
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| Like a conquered boxers, locker room
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| Guess it’s the shocking truth, that keeps on chasing me down
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| With a foot to the neck, when I am placed on the ground
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| But she’s right there, as a boost of confidence
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| Helps me out whenever I lose my common sense
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| What if I gave her a second to breathe
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| Would it be like that day when I got swept up my feet, huh? |