| The Idea of Beautiful
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| Lets begin
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| Beauty is so much more than just skin
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| The feast of the eyes supplies a mere fraction of what lies within
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| Not just the curves of hips and lips, its the mind that draws me in
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| The fellowship of good friends even closer than blood kin
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| Love in, love out, is a route where we all win
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| Blue skies, green grass, clean oceans and calm winds
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| The family ties, bonds last, a child cries and life begins
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| Eventually ends, begins again, an infinite cycle of perfect tens
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| A infant disciple sent to recycle your knowledge is born of beautiful blends
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| So peace and blessings, long life, no stressing, true beauty effervescent from
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| deep within
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| Yo, yo, I care about 'em too much
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| To not say nothing
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| They too beautiful, right?!
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| You gotta get up, get out, and get something, right!
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| Jamla, the squad, yo
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| Wake yo ass up, get yo ass up
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| Water on yo' face, get yo' edges touched
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| Get yo’self a job, get yo’self a check
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| Give ya mama some, sleeping on her set
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| Every day you wake, jewelry on your neck
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| Got a little girl, she ain’t got a dress, shoes or some socks
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| Hardly seen her yet, playing Madden 12
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| Brother, Get yo’self together
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| Empty liquor cup, spent the week drankin
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| Money on a blunt, no wonder you ain’t bankin
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| Wake yo ass up, nigga, fuck it start thinkin
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| Chilling in the cut, tryna be the man
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| Rims on your car, no gas in the can
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| Boy, get yo’self a plan
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| Get yo’self a goal, wanna be a star?
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| Take it in the hole, shoot in the cold
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| Get a early start, get up early baby when nobody in the park
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| Two-a-days like the arc, practice on yo' skill
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| Shoot it in the dark, baby, you a star
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| Friends that you love, saw um' last week
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| Hugging on your girl, trust ain’t real
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| Baby, this real, only trust niggas
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| That wanna see you build
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| Hangingin the club, Wednesday to Sunday
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| Pouring in yo' cup
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| Pouring in yo' cup
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| Pouring in yo' cup
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| Why you think liquor stores on every corner that we strut?
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| Shelton Spike Jackson, mentally we packing
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| AKs and magnums
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| Radio a daily mind fuck if you ask um
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| But, the average wouldn’t know it, Bo Jackson
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| We royal like Tut, King’s baby boy
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| Hold yo head up
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| You need to wake yo ass up
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| Wake yo ass up, wake yo ass up |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Motivation , by - Rapsody. Song from the album The Idea Of Beautiful, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп