| Sunkissed, sunkissed, sunkissed
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| Sunkissed, sunkissed, uh
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| Baby, you black on both sides
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| Like midnight with no porch lights
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| You was young and wanna learn what the streets like
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| But momma told you make it home before the streetlights
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| Oh, you never listen, unh-uh
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| I love how black boys shine, I love how black boy glisten
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| You’re like soul food on a Sunday
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| Old schools down the one way
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| Treat the world like your runway
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| And pray they pay you back someday
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| But tell ‘em keep their 40 acres
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| American Dreams and other shit they made up
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| ‘Cause I gotcha—if nobody else gotcha, I gotcha
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| I swear you’ve been kissed by the
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| You must have been kissed by the
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| You sho' ain’t been missed by the
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| Swear you’ve been kissed by the sun
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| I swear that you’ve been the one
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| I promise, you’re sunkissed
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| You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
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| You make me happy when skies are gray
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| They never know how much I love you
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| Police you and judge you, but don’t take my sunshine away
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| Don’t take my sunshine away
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| They love taking my sunshine away
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| Never know how much I love you, but don’t take my sunshine away
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| Black like Granny house on the weekends
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| Had little cousins, ain’t no telling where you sleeping—y'all made it work
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| Sunday morning, y’all late to church—but you made it there
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| You’re black like Grandma’s Hands, wrapped up in Grandma’s prayers
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| You are my Rhythm and Blues, the one who invented the cool
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| The one’s who dented the rules
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| And showed the world what my niggas could do, ay
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| I swear you’ve been kissed by the
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| You must have been kissed by the
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| You sho' ain’t been missed by the
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| Swear you’ve been kissed by the sun
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| I swear that you’ve been the one
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| I promise, you’re sunkissed |