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feat. Kenneth Whalum |
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[Verse: Big KRIT] |
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It's feeling like one of those days |
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Dodging the sun, watching for shade |
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Playing the game, catching the fade |
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Doing what it takes to find a hole in this maze |
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Frankie Beverly melody meditate in the mirror for them ho laws |
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Tryna reach a quota so they so called |
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Control the atmosphere that I bogart |
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Good Lord, the streets ain't safe no more, I heard |
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From a little bird that always strolled those curbs |
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In the darkest alley where first come, first serve |
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The right time, the night time for her |
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But the day time's blurred |
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I knew this in the first grade, she was fast |
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I guess she never let up on the gas |
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Least but no least, she had me for some cash |
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The love of my life's now a ghost in the past |
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Crash landed in the worst place |
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I guess for some folk, everyday ain't they birthday |
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We ain't talkin' car if we asking mercy |
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You think she wanna fuck? What if she really thirsty? |
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Holy water, mama daughter |
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I keep a shoulder |
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For them to cry on |
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Cause even the strong need someone to rely on |
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In these turbulent times, we got to fly on |
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So stand by, stand by, stand by, stand by |
