| Look at that, what you lookin' at
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| Look at that, what you lookin' at
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| Look at that, what you lookin' at
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| In a culture that is crazy, in a world that is fallen
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| Its hard tryna live this thang according to Your callin
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| Every time steppin at my heart it’s steady prowlin
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| Desires wagin war back n forth like they brawlin
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| Yea man hold up, I’m hopin when you see me
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| That you catch me watchin what I’m watchin it ain’t easy
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| My heart it wants to see joy, but there’s too many decoys
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| And I don’t wanna end up in a trap like a dboy
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| Can’t be all relaxed, there ain’t no time for getting lazy
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| Time for us to act cause the times are getting crazy
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| So I wrote an agreement and I made my eyes sign it
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| I won’t look on a woman with no lust now underline it
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| Look at that, what you lookin at
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| Oooo she lookin; |
| good
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| Nah man I ain’t lookin back
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| I’m watchin what I’m watchin, and yea this thing hard
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| Better watchin what I’m watchin we gotta be on guard
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| Look at dat, what you lookin at
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| Oooo she lookin good nah man I ain’t lookin back
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| Im watchin what I’m watchin, and yea this thing hard
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| Better watchin what I’m watchin we gotta be on guard
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| Now if I listen to the radio
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| Then I would have to split open the swisha and fill it with green vine
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| And if I listen to the TV then you can catch me chasin plenty chicks cause
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| homie they fine
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| But I DDT my mind put my flesh in the figure four
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| Yea sometimes I fall but this right here ain’t gon kill me folk
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| Cause if I had to be a blind amputee, I guarantee my Father here is purging me
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| of all my impurity
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| Bang on em ba-bbang on go hard Father rain on em ra-rrain on em show you God
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| Cause every time I slow up, that’s when my Father show up
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| Make make ways of escape then I’m right back scrappin like what up
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| Tell my TV to shutup what you sellin I don’t want it
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| Hide that Word inside my heart, Ron Artest go & guard it no
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| I don’t want your goodies baby you can keep your cookies lady
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| I know they got M&MS but this road I’m on is slim and shady
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| With every single glance man my sin tries to kill me
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| So I ain’t givin in all my brothers gotta feel me
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| I’m free from my slavery you know that ain’t the real me
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| I belong to my God and I can’t let no lust steal me
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| There’s nothing I can gain the sister shouldn’t move me
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| Cause my God is holy the epitome of beauty
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| Bought me with a price and I’m prayin He would rule me
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| My eyes belong to Him He’s my King and Lord truly
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| As men who trust Jesus, we can’t be cool wit all dat
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| So when my eyes start to trip, I tell em boys to fall back
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| So if you see me look away don’t be surprised
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| Since I’m in love with my God, I got some covenant eyes |