| Woman of my own and tranquil key
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| No i’m not just the l out of tlc
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| Songstress for the longest
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| Felt more adappa as a rappa
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| Start to make what it seems
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| It’s more mind over matter
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| Have fun
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| Comin’with beats &rhymes
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| But it’s not so sweet in this light of lime
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| Sometimes when you make it people get mad
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| Throw buckets grab, backs get stabbed
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| It was a hard struggle, meaning shit
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| Now it’s hard just tryin’to juggle this, among shit
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| So people see the smile
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| All the while i have an inner child
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| That’s cryin’denial (cry in denial)
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| Cryin’no smile, cryin’with style of beguile
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| In piles in aisles of niles
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| Meanwhile seem so senile, fakes monsters
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| I’m docile, fragile
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| I show gentile smiles, i take it a mile
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| People don’t see the truth, in this booth
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| Under my tongue, over my tooth (ah-ooohh)
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| Eight nine spoof of my inner youth
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| Innocence
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| So just close your eyes
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| And relax your mind
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| As the sounds dig in your brain
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| Now don’t it feel so strange
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| So just close your eyes
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| And relax your mind
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| As the sounds dig in your brain
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| Now don’t it feel so strange
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| Just breathe and let it go (let it go)
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| Just breathe and let it go (let it go)
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| It seems right, do the math
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| Sportin’laughs, bubble baths, autographs
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| Awards and claps
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| The glistenin’only comes if people listenin'
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| But to a lyricist, chastising conniving, criticists
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| Gotta earn your bliss, unchill your wrists
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| I know you mince, add bills to rent
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| So now you owe me That’s why i’m so into it This tapestry
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| Put you abstract, non-skilled folks can’t see
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| I hinted at them, add tracks
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| Don’t care if you’re mad at I speak the past
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| I speak rash spirits
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| Universal, helped my lyric rehearsals of the here’s
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| Become an adult from peers, much fears, such tears
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| Scorned from revelations dawn
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| Things i do like, morning lawns
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| I’m morning poems
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| That now yawnin’on
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| They’re not spawning wands (they're not spawning wands)
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| This here wand has a magic stick
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| Throat-wise called the larynx
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| Helps me spill it, my utter of a mind
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| I milk it So that it hits your back with spiritual parmalat
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| I farm the black
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| Spirit staff, spirit staff, spirit staff
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| So just close your eyes
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| And relax your mind
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| As the sounds dig in your brain
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| Now don’t it feel so strange
|
| So just close your eyes
|
| And relax your mind
|
| As the sounds dig in your brain
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| Now don’t it feel so strange
|
| Just breathe and let it go (let it go)
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| Just breathe and let it go (let it go)
|
| So just close your eyes
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| And relax your mind
|
| As the sounds dig in your brain
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| Now don’t it feel so strange
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| So just close your eyes
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| And relax your mind
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| As the sounds dig in your brain
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| Now don’t it feel so strange
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| Just breathe and let it go (let it go)
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| Just breathe and let it go (let it go) |