| You and your friends watch videos, try and dance like Beyoncé
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| You was raised a church girl, now you always find yourself out on Sunday
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| And do on Monday the same thing you did Tuesday and Wednesday feel the same
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| Now you feel uncool like your auntie husband and you don’t wanna feel that lame
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| But you don’t know that much, but it’s okay go pour that up
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| If you got your drink then hold that up
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| 'Cause you ain’t pay for it 'cause you got a big ol' ass
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| So somebody bought it, you ain’t gotta pay that back
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| I’m like, each night and it don’t get old
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| But just know everything that glisten ain’t gold so
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| Don’t believe everything you’ve been told
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| Just know that your future ain’t sittin' in stone like
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| Rolling Stone, I rock like granite
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| Hit the stage, rock the mic like Janet
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| If I say things they might just happen
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| Turn stock to seeds, I might just plant it up
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| With no ring, just a Saturn, whip
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| You used to get your son from baby daddy (uh)
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| I ain’t judgin' beauty pageants but
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| Time ain’t never movin' backwards, so okay get this infamy
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| I just feel all the vibe that you sent for me
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| If God sent me an inquiry about angels and instantly
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| You fell outta the sky with a pair of some angel wings
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| Would you believe in the thing called destiny?
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| So would you live for me? |
| Or die for me? |
| Or sin for me?
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| Or play along baby girl like a symphony? |
| I’m like
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| Would you live for me? |
| Die for me?
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| Sin for me? |
| Cry for me?
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| Baby, if I wrote you a symphony
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| (Come On! Ay Play Along! Ay)
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| Tell me, would you play along?
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| Tell me, would you play along?
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| Tell me, would you play along?
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| Would you live for me? |
| Die for me?
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| Sin for me? |
| Cry for me?
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| Baby, if I wrote you a symphony
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| Tell me, would you play along?
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| Tell me, would you play along?
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| Tell me, would you play along?
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| I said, play along play along, like it ain’t that hard
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| Don’t act too cool, play your part
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| And if your card decline and you claim fraud
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| Then if your man’s there, then he gon' take that charge
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| But if it’s never your fault then it’s never your fault
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| If you don’t got money, you can save that thought
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| And you ain’t learn a thing, now you pay back loans
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| For that diploma that sit on your wall at home (damn)
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| So who you owe, what you own, you say you grown
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| But I can’t tell, pop out, best fit you gon' put it on
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| But you still out here takin' them big L’s
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| Broken nail, crack the screen
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| Worked at noon, slept 'til 3, at the club you risked it all
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| 'Cause you stayed there 'til they turned the lights on
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| Lookin' for that love in basketball (like why?)
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| Really, no, I’m just sayin'
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| You be looking for the right things in wrong places
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| Like a man catch chills from your body language
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| At this point get lost in translation
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| Like Damn, know they got it in for me
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| I can feel all the vibe that you sent for me
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| It’s scientific chemistry, you wifey, WiFi, you connect to me
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| So let me be the Adam and you be Eve
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| Really girl I’m just tryin' to feel your energy
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| So would you live for me? |
| Or die for me? |
| Or sin for me?
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| Or play along baby girl like a symphony? |
| I’m like
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| Would you live for me? |
| Die for me?
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| Sin for me? |
| Cry for me?
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| Baby, if I wrote you a symphony
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| Tell me, would you play along?
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| (Come On!) Play Along
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| Tell me, would you play along? |
| (Yo)
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| Tell me, would you play along?
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| If God sent me an inquiry about angels that he missed consistently
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| And then you fell out of the sky with some angel wings
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| Would you believe it was meant to be? |
| Huh? |
| Like
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| Oh, baby it’s your move (Play along, play)
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| It’s your move
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| Tell me what you want to do, yeah
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| So, tell me what you want to do
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| Tell me what you want to do, yeah |