| Hi mom, this' a letter from Swing to you.
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| I heard a voice from the lord, its a thing to do.
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| I miss your kisses and your hugs
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| and yes i cry.
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| I wanna be the man you made me
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| and yes i try.
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| Everyday i feel the pain and I’m struggling.
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| You told me leave that shit alone, stop juggling.
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| But the music, business, it’s the same.
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| I got fans, they be yelling: «He spits the flame.»
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| See, I’m trying to focus, but damn it’s hard.
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| When I’m in the mic booth, I just ram it hard.
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| I saw a lot of good times, but most was bad.
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| And I swear to god, i wish i was close to dead.
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| Thank god you' still here.
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| So I can get that hug.
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| Thank god you' still here.
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| So I can show you love.
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| (Cuz' my mommy is number one)
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| That’s right from my heath, yo.
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| She number one (one).
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| And I know I change a lot, just wait and see.
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| Thank you for the loving you gave to me.
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| Everything you told me then: Made sense.
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| Very strong woman, lots of patience.
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| I did a lot of wrongs and lots of rights.
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| Thats why i left home, cuz' of lots of fights.
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| The watch on my hand told me: «It's that time.» |
| Grow up and be a man, doggy.
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| Make that climb.
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| It’s my time, I’ts my live, yeah.
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| You know.
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| You saying to yourself: «Swing don’t worry, you’ll grow.»
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| I finne do my thing, see I’m just a fire.
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| I shake you right now, momma.
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| Thats allright.
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| My mind is really right.
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| I’m diggin it.
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| Me and E. be in the lab.
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| Just kickin' it.
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| I write the way I live for you
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| and you lovin' it.
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| A new approach to the game.
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| Ain’t no thuggin' it
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| But when they cross that line.
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| I smack they face.
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| I’m getting wanted and join them back in place.
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| Yo, moms I love you and that’s for real.
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| 'Till i die then it’s the same thing and thats the deal.
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| (Mommy)
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| (Mommy)
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| Yo, she number one (one).
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| (Mommy)
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| (Oh mommy)
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| Yo, she number one (one).
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| Number one (one). |