| Another day in the life will be oh so attracted
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| To the old soul eye
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| Never learn it like till it’s over
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| And we spent those nights under those street lights
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| On the corner street and dice
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| Never learn to get it right till it’s over
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| It’s over, it’s over, it’s over, oh, whoa
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| It’s over, it’s over, it’s over, oh, whoa
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| On the block I used to hang on
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| We celebrated, every time my nigga came home
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| It poured liquor out when he was on his way home
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| To god, and the band just played on
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| We singed along, don’t let the cops catch us
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| And pray our mothers togethers and
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| Inhale the smoke and drown out our livers
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| And mix it with our tears
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| And somehow it over floods the rivers
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| And pain’s never forgotten, but somehow
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| We keep rocking and rolling the spot
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| Buy troll g’s to keep strollin to the storm
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| Never stop till they feel the warm sun
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| Rays beaming down over they neck
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| And do it all without, breaking they balls or sweat
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| It’s all about respect, top the set
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| And say it with your chest
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| When you rep where you from young player, never forget
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| Life’s tricky like a game of roulette
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| Another day in the life will be oh so attracted
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| To the old soul eye
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| Never learn it like till it’s over
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| And we spent those nights under those street lights
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| On the corner street and dice
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| Never learn to get it right till it’s over
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| It’s over, it’s over, it’s over, oh, whoa
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| It’s over, it’s over, it’s over, oh, whoa
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| Old heads, talked up in 70's and our slang
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| Party to they thang and how it was all gangs
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| Mini wars with cops kicking at niggas doors
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| If you wanted it, had to go all out for yours
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| It feels like 2012 and not much has changed
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| Still see niggas tryna scramble for a love change
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| Niggas getting killed over a little change
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| And it’s crazy cause niggas don’t find this shit a little strange
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| The pain’s never forgotten
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| Somehow we keep rocking, ad rolling inspired by troll g’s
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| Never stop till they feel the warm sun
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| Rays beaming down over they neck
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| And do it all without, breaking they balls or sweat
|
| It’s all about respect, top the set
|
| And say it with your chest
|
| When you rep where you from young player, never forget
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| Life’s tricky like a game of roulette
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| Another day in the life will be oh so attracted
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| To the old soul eye
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| Never learn it like till it’s over
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| And we spent those nights under those street lights
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| On the corner street and dice
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| Never learn to get it right till it’s over
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| It’s over, it’s over, it’s over, oh, whoa
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| It’s over, it’s over, it’s over, oh, whoa. |