| Brought back in, my change is honor
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| Acting yourself on an access of wealth
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| The spirit had to hit him, hit him so hard you think he Christian
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| The way he loved God and uphold he should propose
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| A plan to stay close and stay next to the most
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| Like the canopies of trees in skies
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| That’s the perfect place between God and my demise
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| Fallin' above the open oak woods
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| I can’t ease the pain that hope cut (Please?)
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| Appreciation feels wrong, it makes us bent till we busy
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| I clear my schedule to say thank You, promise I’m never too busy
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| The truth is to your skeleton
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| Awakening your melanin, aiding and abandoned
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| Your body’s a weapon, use your blessing
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| So swing, watch out, until you get it
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| Excellent, a measurement, defined by personal embellishments
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| People are people, forget success
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| Watch your favorite star undress
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| Come heal me like the rest, with no one to impress
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| All you have is yourself, why try to be somebody else? |