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And we should take a walk someday |
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Dream about what we could've been |
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But I don't want to leave this place |
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No faith in Brooklyn |
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But if I move out one day |
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It'll make me a better man |
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But I don't want to leave this place |
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No faith in Brooklyn |
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I said I'm so gone, oh my God, where the menu? |
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Order me all the sushi for them bitches at the venue |
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Stop, drop, roll, continue |
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Cus' haters tryna mingle |
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And I'm just tryna sing you a song |
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Tell ya that I'm leaving but I won't be long |
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If it was up to me I'd see you tomarr |
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But talk's cheap so I'm paying up |
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New kicks be the only way I'm layin' up |
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So maybe I won't make it as an athlete |
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But that don't mean I'll let the competition pass me |
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I money ball, Billy Beane and some skinny jeans |
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And the whole damn team just some mini me's |
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Cause they ain't seen another kid like this |
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It's on your mind baby you should probably write this |
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I told her I can dance good for a white kid |
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So turn around, show me everything I might miss |
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We should take a walk someday |
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Dream about what we could've been |
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But I don't want to leave this place |
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No faith in Brooklyn |
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If I move out one day |
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It will make me a better man |
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But I don't want to leave this place |
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No faith in Brooklyn |
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I said repetition-repe-repetition like a muscle man |
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You just wanna tie me up, snap me like a rubber band |
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It's 2012 so now they wanna ask me what's the plan |
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I tell 'em never trust a man unless he Russell Brands |
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Pass me on that Absinthe now watch me change my accent |
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I got girls in the back on a mattress |
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You got girls on the map like that's it |
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They wanna know, am I Jay Sean or Reakwon |
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Good Sean, or Great Sean |
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Stay long or Kreayshawn |
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Now, either way, they try to cipher your dreams |
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I tell 'em keep your eyes open, you won't like what you see |
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They be here for a minute, now they gone in a week |
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You try to Donte the peak, I'm tryna Andre the beat |
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Lord, can you tell me where my faith is |
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I graduated and I still ain't made the A-list |
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Ain't a problem if you tell me how you feel girl |
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I know the Road Rules but you need the Real World |
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And we should take a walk someday |
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Dream about what we could've been |
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But I don't want to leave this place |
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No faith in Brooklyn |
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So if I move out one day |
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It will make me a better man |
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But I don't want to leave this place |
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No faith in Brooklyn |
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I got |
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No faith, no faith |
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No faith in Brooklyn |
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I got |
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No faith, no faith |
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No faith in Brooklyn |
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I got |
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No faith, no faith |
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No faith in Brooklyn |
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No faith in Brooklyn |
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No faith in Brooklyn, baby |
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We should take a walk someday |
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Dream about what we could've been |
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But I don't want to leave this place |
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No faith in Brooklyn |
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You know, |
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If I move out one day |
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It'll make me a better man |
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But I don't want to leave this place |
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No faith in Brooklyn |
