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CHORUS: |
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I can't travel my block |
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And I can't have no picnics |
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The sun don't shine |
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But still it's hot |
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And you tellin' me "Stop trippin'" |
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When you walk outside |
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You see the view |
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But the world gets |
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So so beautiful, |
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Forgot my pretty lie |
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My pretty lie |
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My pretty lie |
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Shots fired on 17th I know |
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Some guy it ain't surprisin' |
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I'm thinkin' of ways when I |
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Can change my environment |
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And I work two jobs every day, |
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Eh yeah eh |
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It seems like the struggle |
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Just ain't worth my pain |
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So onto the next little hustle |
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May take in my name clean |
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For my peeps to |
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Stay outta trouble |
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What's goin' on? |
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What's goin' on? |
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Repeat chorus |
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Every night and |
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I think of everyday |
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What that brother Marvin |
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Used to say to me |
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And I tell me if |
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I had one wish |
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It would be just this |
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That when I turn |
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The TV off at night |
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I can kiss your fine eyes |
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Repeat chorus |
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Now they tell me a lot of things |
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They say I'm supposed to |
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Be a little more grateful |
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But I know the story's just |
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Like Cain and Abel uh uh oh |
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And to me it don't seem different |
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I'm not changed |
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You dreamt of changing |
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And you change my ways |
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Repeat chorus |
