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| All this bright light is not for me
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| I close my eyes and imagine I’m home!
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| I miss the days when life was simple,
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| But if I never try to follow that rainbow
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| In search for the pot of gold!
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| Oh, oh, oh!
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| In search for the pot of gold!
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| There’s a mother out there right now,
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| About to have the next LeBron,
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| Searchin' for a pot of gold like a leprechaun,
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| They say death comes in threes,
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| Whose next in line?
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| And I just lost a best friend for the second time,
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| Now I’m on a quest to find peace,
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| Still gotta carry my piece and soo-woo when its reppin' time,
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| Yall don’t understand, I’m misunderstood,
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| Give Interscope 2 more albums then I’m done for good,
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| Sold 10 million records, ain’t leave the hood,
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| It’s a cold world everybody need a hood,
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| And everybody doin' time stay headstrong,
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| You still gotta chance to live,
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| Even though you’re dead wrong.
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| Chorus:
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| All this bright light is not for me
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| I close my eyes and imagine I’m home!
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| I miss the days when life was simple,
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| But if I never try to follow that rainbow
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| In search for the pot of gold!
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| Sometimes I try to do good but I just can’t be,
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| Its hard to get myself to do things that aint me,
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| And yall should thank me,
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| But my haters busy tryna send me home early but you can’t New Orleans Saint me.
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| I ain’t a saint B, I aint a god God,
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| I aint an angel neither but I try hard yall,
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| I’m lightin' up for all my soldiers at war,
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| As I sit back and watch the ashes on my cigar fall,
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| Wayne just came home,
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| And Tip back on the yard dog,
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| Guess Pujols aint the only one playin' hard ball.
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| Chorus:
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| All this bright light is not for me
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| I close my eyes and imagine I’m home!
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| I miss the days when life was simple,
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| But if I never try to follow that rainbow
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| In search for the pot of gold!
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| Oh, see the thing about all of us,
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| We never know just what we find.
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| Chorus:
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| All this bright light is not for me
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| I close my eyes and imagine I’m home!
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| I miss the days when life was simple,
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| But if I never try to follow that rainbow
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| In search for the pot of gold!
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| Yeah! |
| In search for the pot of gold. |