| A bitch once told me life ain’t that deep
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| A bitch once told me life ain’t that deep
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| A bitch once told me life ain’t that deep
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| I think I’ma have to agree to disagree
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| A bitch once told me life ain’t that deep
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| A bitch once told me life ain’t that deep
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| A bitch once told me life ain’t that deep
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| bitch, shut the fuck up
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| A bitch once told me life ain’t that deep
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| So chill with the inspirational jibberish when we speak
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| I said «that could be true» as I blew out some trees
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| If everybody thought and shouted what you think
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| I could swim the English Channel with no possibility
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| Of drowning 'cause all I gotta do is stand up to not sink
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| But see, I’m a visionary and you blind as Ronnie Millsap
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| So when I say «look and this way», you can’t feel that
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| It’s all about perception, what you can’t stomach you won’t digst it
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| Let me tell you what som emcees from the west said:
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| «You can’t keep running away», and that’s true
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| The only thing stopping you right in front of your face
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| In the mirror lookin at reflections of your own choices
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| either direction depending on how the coin flips
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| Uh, pick the elixir or the poison
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| 'Cause in a game of life it’s how you operate the joystick (joystick, joystick,
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| joystick)
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| A bitch once told me life ain’t that deep
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| A bitch once told me life ain’t that deep
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| A bitch once told me life ain’t that deep
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| I think I’ma have to agree to disagree
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| A bitch once told me life ain’t that deep
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| A bitch once told me life ain’t that deep
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| A bitch once told me life ain’t that deep
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| (Bitch, bitch) bitch, shut the fuck up
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| (Get get get the fuck outta here)
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| Yo what’s up, you smokin?
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| I’m straight man, I ain’t even burning right now G. Tryna get my life right dog
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| Nah I feel you
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| Yo, yo
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| Been wanting to tell you this man
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| I told the shawty, «don't was the pussy at all, don’t touch it»
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| What’chu mean?
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| Yo when I come back, I want that full essence
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| That, that shit
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| Like don’t wash up, don’t touch it
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| Like straight up
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| A bitch once told me life ain’t that deep
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| I wish I had time to be that naive
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| But see, Little Dominque never had a chance
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| As soon as I took a step, fell into it, splash
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| The ripples from the impact spread out wild
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| As free jazz concepts people cannot see, but I still grasp
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| My pops hit me with the biblical map
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| The universe speaks and I pick up on that
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| My acts of flyness ain’t random, but that’s so vague
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| I gotta clarify on what I’m really tryna say
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| With my face in the windshield and the dashboard
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| And blood spray, and glass broke all over the place
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| Ever since then, intuition been intensive
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| You livin' in coincidence, I ain’t listenin'
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| I’m goin' deaf, the surface talk with no depth
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| Seein' signs tryna analyze what it meant
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| It’s deeper than the abyss with glowin' fish
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| When you knowin' you a part of the universe script
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| It’s interestin' that I never learned to swim
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| But keep my head above water in situations that’s grim
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| Askin' questions 'cause nothing’s meaningless
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| God got reasons why I need to see this shit
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| As my bleedin' nose drips, and I’m starin' at the sky
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| In the space between dyin' and alive
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| But always on my grind at the same time
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| In my prime is what I’m livin' in
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| Consider me the minister then
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| And it’s so beautiful like pigeons' iridescent skin
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| The same place that Stevie said he tied the ribbon
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| In the same spot, when I got questions I be lookin' there
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| We’re all tears of the almighty
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| We’re all tears of the almighty
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| We’re all tears of the almighty
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| It is its mercy that keeps us alive
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| If you think you are just material, you are missing the very essence of your
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| being
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| We’re all tears of the almighty
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| It is its mercy that keeps us alive
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| If you think you are just material, you are missing the very essence of your
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| being
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| It is love we are made of
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| And it is the thrill of love we seek |