| I wish, I wish, I wish
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| I wish, I wish, I wish
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| Rollin' through the hood
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| Just stopped by to say what’s up And let you know your baby boy ain’t doin' so tough
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| Even though you passed
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| Going on four long years
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| Still waking up late at night cryin' tears
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| Just thinkin' about those days
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| You used to talk to me Smilin' while I’m sippin' on this Hennessy
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| And remember we’d brag on how rich we would be To get up out this hood was like a fantasy
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| PRE-CHORUS
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| And now you hear my songs
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| The radio is playin'
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| Oh I can’t believe my ears and what everybody’s sayin'
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| Boy I tell you folks don’t know the half
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| I would give it all up just to take one ride with you
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| How I used to kick it on the front porch
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| With you
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| And how I used to lay back and smoke weed
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| With you
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| And all the little basement party joints we’d do Now I’m just missing you
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| How I wish
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| I wish that I could hold you now
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| I wish that I could touch you now
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| I wish that I could talk to you
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| Be with you somehow
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| I know you’re in a better place
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| Even though I can’t see your face
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| I know you’re smilin' down on me Sayin' everything’s OK
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| And if I make it out this thug life
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| I’ll see you again someday
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| I wish, I wish, I wish
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| I wish, I wish, I wish
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| Ever since this money come
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| It’s been nothing but stress
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| Sometimes I wish that I could just trade in my success
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| Y’all look at me and say
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| Boy, you’ve been blessed
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| But y’all don’t see the inside of my unhappiness
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| Man, I swear this shit gets heavy like a ton
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| That’s why you hear me shootin' this real shit off like a gun
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| Mmm I wonder how my friends would treat me now
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| If I wasn’t iced up with a Bentley and a house
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| That’s why
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| Fake-ass niggas get fake-ass digits
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| And fake-ass players get a real player hatin' em Honey love goes platinum and y’all ass come 'round
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| But y’all don’t wanna raise the roof
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| Until my shit is goin' down
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| PRE-CHORUS
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| And now you hear my songs
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| The radio is playin'
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| Oh I can’t believe my ears and what everybody’s sayin'
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| Boy I tell you folks don’t know the half
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| I would give it all up just to take one ride with you
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| How I used to hoop off in them tournaments
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| With you
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| And how I used to club hop on weekends
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| With you
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| Your family called the morning of a tragic end
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| Damn… my condolences
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| Voices in my head
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| Be tellin' me to come to church
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| Say the Lord is the only way for you to stop the hurt
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| Dreaming of windows
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| Black-tinted like a hearse
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| But waking up to life sometimes seems worse
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| And all I ever wanted is to be a better man
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| And I try to keep it real with my homies, man
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| Want me to save the world
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| I don’t understand
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| How did I become the leader of a billion fans
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| PRE-CHORUS
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| And now you hear my songs
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| The radio is playin'
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| Oh I can’t believe my ears and what everybody’s sayin'
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| Boy I tell you folks don’t know the half
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| I would give it all up just to take one ride
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| With you
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| How I used to street perform on Friday
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| With you
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| And how I’d go to church on Easter Sunday
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| With you
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| Instead of y’all throwin' them stones at me Somebody pray for me CHORUS 3/VAMP |