| Lacrimosa
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| Tears are so serious
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| Come, Holy Spirit
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| Stay with me always
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| Suffer, my true love
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| It tears up my face
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| Now-now-now-now people cussing and busting
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| They get nothing but in the ground when they blown out
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| Oh wow, tell me how he got the stubborn, he tough and
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| He was young with a grown mouth
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| Zoned out cause my mother is gone, how
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| Simply would he send me with the alone route
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| Bone out, to the studio hitting the Don Julio
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| My duty go if I’m moody yo, get up and get the song out
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| My angel fades, then came more rage
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| And even though Strange still pays, something inside of me saying it ain’t yo
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| days
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| My religion, walking away
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| My prediction, lost in the gray
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| I’m thinkin' the holy spirit don’t really wanna hear it
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| So people who givin' me evil, they all finna pay
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| Anybody really want it, I’mma get dirty when a demon is my opponent
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| Feeling froggy any moment, know you will never be the owner because I’m on it
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| Losing mama, really did it, demons really gonna get it
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| I’m looking for the light
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| I’m asking you open and losing all of my inner good
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| And the hope with it
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| Lacrimosa (Inside I’m weeping)
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| Tears are so serious (Constantly seeking)
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| Come Holy Spirit
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| Stay with me always
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| Suffer my true love
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| It tears up my face
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| I don’t wanna hear no punk say «weirdo»
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| If you ain’t in my circle, then you’re not even near, bro
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| Here go the fear though
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| Getting the zilla and my killas in the villa
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| To make a racket in your ear go (BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM)
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| That is severe mode, bodies I’m not even with the jolly
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| My tears go (DOWN-MY-FACE) yeah
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| But I’m switching the gears, yo
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| Got on the plane to Colorado
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| I go to hit the Summer Jam, then momma tomorrow
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| Hoping the Lord will give me time on the Movado
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| To say I love her before the Bible go hollow (GONE-GONE-GONE-GONE)
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| My show was sorrow, needed a little bit of mo' time to borrow
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| (MY-TIME'S- UP)
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| Man, steady talking to God, so I don’t — get it
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| Thought I was special enough for God to be with it
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| By giving me another day with my mother, but I missed it
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| For rocking with Denver said in her name, I’mma rip this (DONE-DONE-DONE-DONE)
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| This ain’t no way to be, hella jaded, see, but I’m created
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| My mother love me, but her death ain’t okay with me
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| Still I’m praying for her spirit to stay with me
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| Lacrimosa (Outside I’m weeping)
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| Tears are so serious (Still I am seeking)
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| Come, Holy Spirit
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| Stay with me always
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| Lacrimosa (When you interview me, I don’t wanna talk about this)
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| Tears are so serious (I don’t denounce God in any way)
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| Come, Holy Spirit
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| Stay with me always
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| Somehow (I just feel)
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| My true love (my mother’s suffering)
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| The tears on (was too great for how much she worshipped)
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| My face. |