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zuò cí : Adrian Blackstock |
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zuò qǔ : Adrian Blackstock |
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they say we winning now cuz we aint spending now |
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i remember sitting down but yea we up living now |
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don' t count what i' m getting now cuz your head' ll go spinning round |
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and mama is grinning now in her new teeth baby |
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mama got the new teeth cell phone can you pay it please? |
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yea she be smiling now she be styling |
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we counting up them blessings devil keep messing |
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drop and broke my phone screen addicted to that phone screen |
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i see it as a blessing the only thing real is this world |
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this life yea and this girl that came in and switched up the whole world wifi |
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yea we know we lucky, to be thriving with nothing |
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but just a bit of loving trying to set examples for my cousins |
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they think we winning now cuz we aint sinning now |
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i remember getting down with my cousins and my aunties all sitting round |
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living as a witness now cuz the love started comin down |
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and grandma is grinning now cuz she walking baby |
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ma and gma in the accident so many nights she spent |
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looking to the skies and then wonderin, if she' d ever walk again |
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there was a plan for them just like there' s a plan for you |
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gma kept moving and the doctors aint know what to do |
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total the whole car but we pray to those stars |
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because we know that there is a power that' s bigger than us and the othars |
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thank god for ancestars sing smiling upon us |
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gma be walking grandma be talking gma prays often gma be flossing. . |
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what' s a women' s worth a billy? , what' s my granny' s worth a trilly? |
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to me, there' s no number for love. . . there' s no amount for hugs. . . |
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i mean even the thugs. . . respect grandma, what would we do without them. . . |
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she lives life without him. . . that' s why we gotta respect femme. . . |
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broke back labor, cleaning houses for the man. . . |
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broken fingernails, from tending the land. . . |
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tobacco factories, cotton pickening. . . dog her pickanese. . . |
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I can stand because of her knees, like the trees. . . |
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branches growing and flowing to all sides. . . |
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take her whips in stride, ascending up right. . . |
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to the skies. . . one day she' ll reside. . . and on that day |
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we' ll be quiet. . . because no one can share her light. . . |
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no one can love you like. . . |
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no one will love with might. . . |
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not one can love through strife. . . like |
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ya grandma man. . |
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cordie mae. . . |