| Tiffany Hall
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| It appears we didn’t know you at all
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| Hey hey hey hey hey
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| With this song I write your name on the wall
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| Tiffany Hall
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| It appears we didn’t know you at all
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| Hey hey hey hey hey
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| With this song I write your name on the wall
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| Tiffany Hall
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| You was all smiles and no games
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| Teeth white as cocaine
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| Dark skin, knew about the struggle and the dope game
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| Quick to spark a convo into flames like propane
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| Filled the air, and I was thrilled you cared
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| In summer bridgd hiding from the tutors
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| Bumpin gums about the future
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| You said that one day we’d be ruled by computers
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| I said, «It's like that now cause we all machines»
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| And you replied, «But I’m a robot with dreams»
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| Which I thought was clean
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| And all the fellas used to talk about ya How you had a joyful aura and a walk about ya Necessitated by a beautiful backside
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| We thought you was fine
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| And we didn’t let the facts hide
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| Nevertheless we would call you «waddle waddle»
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| Somebody shoulda slapped us with an old hot water bottle
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| Could called you «talky talky"or nothing at all
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| I was crushed when I got the call
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| You had warmth and sincerity, a heart with no barriers
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| A laugh that made slightly funny turn hilarious
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| While everybody else mouthed off about answers
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| You get up and started workin with some ex-Black Panthers
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| Leadin campaigns and writin in they newspaper
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| You always seemed happy, an idea that I would lose later
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| We would see each other sayin stay in touch
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| But I was just like you — always busy, in a rush
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| Told yo’mama I was writin this, she said it was blessin
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| I’m just chantin your name out loud and confessin
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| That maybe I was part of your demise
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| You want and got liposuction on your ass and thighs
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| Came straight home as you bled that evenin
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| Bloodclots from the operation stopped you from breathin
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| Your shape was great if I may say so, way before J-Lo
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| Whoever told you it wasn’t had horns not a halo
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| Or is it just that your behind was up to discuss?
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| Cause as a man, mine ain’t talked about much
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| Dear Tiff, I wish the world wasn’t missin ya vision
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| Sincerely, one mo’robot with a dream and a vision
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| Hey Tiffany! |
| We love you! |