| I like to stay high on 'em
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| Fly on 'em
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| You can’t bring me down
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| I’m the sun, baby, I shine on 'em
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| Doo, doo, doo
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| Doo, doo, doo, doo
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| I like to stay high on 'em
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| Fly on 'em
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| You can’t bring me down
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| I’m the sun, baby, I shine on 'em
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| Doo, doo, doo
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| Doo, doo, doo, doo
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| Nice kill, we get addicted to nice heel’s
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| I fall, I pray to my knees
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| I wake up, smoke tree go my way
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| And pray to God life takes all the pretty bitches with the flash up
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| Had the jeweler singing sad songs
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| Knowledge, ain’t go to college
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| But it’s approved when I cash out
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| Truth be told, I could fall a thousand times still survive
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| Don’t hope for tomorrow
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| What you lost today
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| So I feel I’ma pick up my bitches, hop in the whip
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| Black car, black truck, Hollywood sign in the back truck
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| All my hoes fine and attractive
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| I gotta crook on my neck, crook on my neck, my chain low
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| Crook on my neck, crook on my neck, my chain low
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| Under my bed, over my head, a halo
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| Confessing my sins, all that I see is rainbows
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| High on 'em
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| Fly on 'em
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| You can’t bring me down
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| I’m the sun, baby, I shine on 'em
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| Doo, doo, doo
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| Doo, doo, doo, doo
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| I like to stay high on 'em
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| Fly on 'em
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| You can’t bring me down
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| I’m the sun, baby, I shine on 'em
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| Doo, doo, doo
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| Doo, doo, doo, doo |