| Ridin on the wings of a dollar bill
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| Or better yet the anticipation of how it feels
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| Yeah, I guess I’m ridin on that
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| Caught a flight here and I ain’t tryin to fly back
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| Nah, I held hands with the other side
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| And not afraid to still stand where the others hide
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| I foresee my afflictions in it
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| With no missed beginnings and no plans of tryin to kick this itchin
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| Nah, see the feeling is too strong to leave 'lone
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| The young board is too far to leap from
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| The conversation is too crafted for me
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| For me to believe this is somethin that can come and harm me
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| Easy for me, I mean, I follow the aroma
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| And the aura of what it might be is bringin me closer
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| Higher than I’ve ever been, caught it while catchin it
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| And tryin to keep it caught takes precedence
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| My interpretation
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| — w/ ad libs
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| Never knew a feeling like this
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| Feelin like the feeling’s priceless
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| I know what I need, I know what I want
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| I know where I’ve been, I know where I’m goin
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| My interpretation
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| Never knew a feeling like this
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| Feelin like the feeling’s priceless
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| And all that I need and all that I want
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| Is to leave where I be and get where I’m goin
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| My intepretation
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| For everybody watchin me from the other side
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| I’m two smiles from every one time you wanna cry
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| I can’t call it and yeah even though I’m all for it
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| It’s underneath me, I walk on it
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| Meanin I control what starts and stops
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| And I can start and stop whenever needed, so I’m far from got
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| It’s the allure of sittin between it all
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| Hands on the steering wheel, gettin me across
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| First time’s a charm, the first time is gone
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| As quick as it came, so the chicks is leadin on
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| And I can’t describe every time that I rise
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| But the further I go up, the more I wanna fly
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| And the limits don’t seem to be around
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| So if you see me now, you see that I ain’t tryin to see the ground
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| But I can come down whenever is necessary
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| No worries, you don’t gotta hear me
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| It’s my interpretation
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| — w/ ad libs
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| You get your wings on your first taste
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| Fly away from everything on your first chase
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| Can’t deny what it brings when it first breaks
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| So how could you ever think that this would turn great?
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| You see the lines get blurred the more that you partake
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| Followin a curve, the more that you walk straight
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| Attached at the waist so everything that you need
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| Is at the other end of everywhere that you be
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| And you sittin on E but denial is enough
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| To ignite and rile somethin up
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| And all that you want is letter H, letter O, letter P
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| And it seems at the bottom of it all is letter E
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| Let it breathe, is the feeling you receive
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| Roll down your pride and peel up your believes
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| Roll down your eyes and peel up on your sleeve
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| Inhale and feel it underneath
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| It’s my interpretation
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| — w/ ad libs |