| My love is my souls imagination
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| How do I love you? |
| Imagine
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| Spread love, spread love
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| Don’t be ashamed
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| So much for done and go away
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| Compose yourself or throw your weight
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| Do you want more? |
| Communicate
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| Don’t waste, don’t waste your brain on me
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| Doing better than great to say the least
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| No pain, no gain; |
| I shall remain
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| No pain, no gain; |
| I shall remain
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| Architect, able and confident
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| To explain how it all connects
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| With the gift of gab
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| I told you that
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| No one’s gonna hold me back
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| So what you looking for, an autograph?
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| Give it all you have
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| I’m taking over all of rap
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| Everyone across the map
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| Can you tell me where your heart is at?
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| Is it bigger than a shark attack?
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| The could have, should have, would have been’s
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| Making me upset
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| This is what it is, can I live a little bit?
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| Mentally I’m ill, with another one to send;
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| I’m digging out a gem for the underground again
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| Difficult to miss, get it while you can
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| Hit ‘em in the head with a rhythm in effect
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| Committed to the pen, straight to your chin
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| Make another hit, not again, again, again, I…
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| Day to day, believe me it’s great to say
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| Things are great the way things have gone for me
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| It’s insane the way my life changed
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| To bring the pain majorly, I maintain
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| Can’t stay away. |
| I’m okay to train faithfully
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| And make you know Frame
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| But don’t waste your brain on me, thanks
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| I can’t praise enough the name of Rex Rey;
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| With many more ways to record and chat
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| For the b-boys and girls with the army hats
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| Give them all the axe, your favorite act
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| The main attraction when I’m on the track
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| The rebel with a cause, pave the way
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| For the motivation of a hand grenade
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| And he’s staying up late to enjoy the path
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| Headed straight to your brain like an almanac, huh
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| You can relate to it all perhaps
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| Sitting pretty in the middle of a storm to catch
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| You can take it like a photograph
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| And I bet I’m not the only one who told you that
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| I’ll tame one like an artifact
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| So keep spitting like I won’t react
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| Cause things can add up just too damn fast
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| When you’re thinking that you know the math
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| Where the party at?!
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| The wind is the moon’s imagination
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| Wandering
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| It seeps through cracks
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| Ripples the grass
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| Explores the unknown |