| Yea
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| I’m in the place where heaven placed me at
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| I got my letters on, and ya’ll okay with that
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| I often dream, 'bout them queens, and them things
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| Smell of the grass when it rains in the spring
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| I mean-, I’m just a man of simple living
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| It’s deep when it’s deep, it’s large when it’s vivid
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| Word, we made to eat when that pie’s warm
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| It’s baked bread, keep that wine strong
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| Though never worry if the line’s long
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| I think it’s one there every time
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| And you should love until the line’s gone
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| It’s like that perfect kind of grind
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| I’m saying, and when you get it you should share it out
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| The sun is all behind the blinds
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| Word, when being light is not a secret
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| They’re bound to repeat it, I’m traveling with mine
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| And I don’t worry 'bout the rhinestones
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| I shine on with my shines on
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| Yea, it’s time off in your timezones
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| I shine on with my shines on
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| Yea, and when I do this for my people
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| They shine on with their shines on
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| Word, and I don’t do this for the riches
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| Yea, and I don’t do this for the- (Yea) |