| Your momma told me, «Read the Book of Job»
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| They should’ve called it the Book of Soul
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| I came into this hurtful Earth in perfect health
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| Caught Stevens-Johnson syndrome when I was 10 years old
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| Internal and external fever, 80%…
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| Fatality rate at that time, ain’t that some shit?
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| Severe pinkeye, my eyes swollen shut
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| For like two or three months, it’s still bright as fuck
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| Oh, and I even lost my lip skin
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| Grew back darker than its original pigment
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| Skin disfigured from boils and blisters
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| Unidentifiable by my little sister
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| Come to think of it, I could’ve got a crazy check
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| The shrink thought I’d be traumatized, but I’ma ride
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| My first years of Junior High School were not alright
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| Them dimes wouldn’t give me no time, no, not a nod
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| I mean not even you, we eventually got cool
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| But I was nobody, you was the hottest hottie in the school
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| Or the world to me, not saying that 'cause I’m your dude
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| I’m glad I got to watch the woman that you blossomed to
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| Ironic, we always had the same classes
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| I copied off your work
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| And you ain’t always have the right answers
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| But it worked, mama, thanks a lot
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| Probably wouldn’t have even graduated had you not
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| Somewhere down the line, we became an item
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| The love was in the air like this flight I’m lighting
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| The first few years were so exciting
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| Got deeper in this rap and started pushing shit back
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| My money got funny, you wanted to go on dates
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| I had a Sounwave beat tape tryna beat Drake
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| Could’ve spent every minute with you, but I had to get it
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| For me and you, you sing too, so you knew the business
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| I know it was hard, but you stayed down
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| My fam had doubts, you told me you was proud
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| I did some things, you did some things, always came back together
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| We knew the only way to make it work is work together
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| Seven whole years, seven whole years
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| It was supposed to end with our grandkids
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| Luckily for me, I’m used to being cut short
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| I’m such a nice guy, why, Lord?
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| Why Lori? |
| Why you had to take her from me?
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| Guess He needed your angel face for all of Heaven to see
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| Your picture’s still on my mirror, and it’s so scary
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| I swear I still ain’t looked at your obituary
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| So now, I’m so doped up, I think I’m flying
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| I hope this spliff’ll never finish
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| I guess the Mayans wasn’t lying
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| 2012, my world ended
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| You used to say that I could see the future
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| You was wrong, 'cause you was in it
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| And I was just with you the day before
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| You said you loved me, I said I loved you more
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| And as much I wanna cower, bid the mic adieu
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| And fall off a fucking tower tryna find you
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| I gotta stay 'cause I remember that day
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| I looked you in the face and told you:
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| «Nothing can stop me, not even you»
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| Stick to the plan, I’ll meet you at our spot
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| If reincarnation is true and we don’t get too lost
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| Even if you forget me and everything you left behind
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| I never lied, I love you in a place where there’s no space and time
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| I close my eyes, and I can still hear you singing loud
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| We never got to tell them who The Love Religion was about
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| I ain’t finna stage a cry in this rhyme
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| Signed, sincerely yours, I live to let you…
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| Dot-da, da-da-da
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| Da-da, da-da, da
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| Shine
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| Da da da, da-da-da-da
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| Oooh…
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| Everything I love the most gets taken away
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| My momma and music is next
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| And if that happens before I turn 28
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| Then I’m going out with Kurt Cobain
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| I still believe in God, we just ain’t never spoke
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| Unless we talkin' symbolically—then, I might agree
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| But if you really wanna look at it that way
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| Then, ayy, man, God don’t like me
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| I refuse to believe that
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| But what’s acceptable is anything’s possible, but nobody’s special
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| My ma took my TV, Clem took my radio
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| Now, I’m on TV and on the radio
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| Don’t be dethroned by these systems of control
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| Just keep your fingers crossed and get them locks off your soul
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| Don’t be dethroned by these systems of control
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| Just keep your fingers crossed and get them locks off your soul
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| Soul! |