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I'm waiting for growth to show up and for hope to manifest |
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3 A.M.? I'm awaiting awake to hand me rest |
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Fate to send caress and a face that I can feel |
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With weight from heavy breasts |
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An embrace that makes me chill |
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Grace that human males can't feel |
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Unless he builds with a female until time stands still |
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When we take off our shells and chill |
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All before fingers learn bodies like we got blindman skill |
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She speaks no evil but says whatever |
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After Shaking up bed-feathers still prays together |
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On a parlay flip, permenant private party trip |
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The next Ruby and Ossie Davis, I'm talking great shit |
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Up walking late, lit. 4:25, high |
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Her mighty fine thighs silhoutted by sky-rise |
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Place the know how, behind my eyes |
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To take something unfortunate |
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And show them they're a fortune in my life |
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Look KY side, lend me a hand, send me a plan |
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A Remy Shand message of love, tell Cupid we fam' |
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And to clock something that'll learn who I am |
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As I learn with, chillin out, watching our hourglass sands |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 2: Deacon] |
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Spent Pubescent years, blessed with peers I could trust |
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Spinning records to a game of checkers after dusk |
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Laughter rushes out of mouth, clutchin my stomach, abs burning |
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From fast learning, not cash earning |
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Cause we wasn't really on 'at yet, just yes' y'alling |
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At this point, our lil' brainchild was hardly crawling |
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But had fallen enough times to keep a niggaz head strong |
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Fucked with enough spiders to charm a mama leglong |
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We's dead wrong, many days and nights |
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Trying strange thangs |
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From jane to cane and variants of the same change |
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Get trapped, you off map, no Peter Pan scenes |
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Where everythings tight and lily whiter than Klan dreams |
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Tryna get something ripe, a nice woman queen |
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Stay strong and fight life, like Sudan kings |
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Pray to make cents for giving |
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And make sense out of living |
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Lord give me patience to gain wisdom, please |
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[Hook] |
