| Though we say we’re growing
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| Won’t change, won’t change
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| Don’t you sound impatient
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| There’s more days, more days
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| No, no, no, no, no, no (Ayy, ah-yeah-yeah, ah-yeah-yeah)
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| Baby you bad and crazy
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| What a combination
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| Body juicy, fuck up my concentration
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| We should have a baby
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| Just kiddin'
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| Givin' up on average ladies
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| Makin' it clap if she’s patty cake-in'
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| Head game could decapitate me, uh
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| Lot up on these shoulders
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| Liable to smoke ya, if you niggas try to roll up on me, ayy
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| You a hater and poser, why you neckin'?
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| Get your throat up off my dick
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| Before you throw up on me
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| These are brand new kicks
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| Need a brand new bitch
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| 'Cause I’m gonna run the world, but the land move quick
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| Real and can’t get caught up on feelings, dealin', healin' your limitations
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| But since I was homeless, my hope is havin' no ceilings
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| Uh
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| Can you imagine a world?
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| Where everything that last forever ain’t just diamonds and pearls
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| Oh, oh, I can’t be mad at you girl
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| I’m just hoping you hold my heart when I hand you the world
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| Oh, oh
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| Though we say we’re growing
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| Won’t change won’t change
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| Don’t you sound impatient
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| There’s more days, more days
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| No, no, no, no, no, no (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
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| I been around, I been around a lot of pain baby (Lot of it)
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| Don’t talk about it gotta put some things far away (Like far away)
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| I must have smoked a pound a day just to cloud the rain baby
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| I know, I know I could find it I could find a way (I'll find a way)
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| The weed I roll up losing the control of life
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| Seems cliché don’t it but we stay golden, uh
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| Our dreams they mold into actions, which became moments
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| It took a bit to realize but I hope I never change (I never change)
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| Even though I hold my own self image inside of a frame
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| To be rearranged by my brain
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| That’s conditioned to see myself feelin' pain
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| I know I love myself deep down
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| Beyond all the heart breaks and beat downs
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| Is a little bit of that light
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| A little bit of that fight left
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| Right, left, one step at a time
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| We ain’t die yet
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| It’ll all work out if we tryin'
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| Are you tryin'?
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| Though we say we’re growing
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| Won’t change won’t change
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| Don’t you sound impatient
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| There’s more days, more days
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| No, no, no, no, no, no |