First you smile at Lord, I found you Liquefied inside you, but it hurts if I see you Make you smile, I look and cry, I get by
But that's to bad you get stuck all alone Look at you ain't no genius You want to find, you won't me I'm home, but I
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But that's too bad, you get stuck with at yourself, you ain't no genius You want to fly, you find me I'm home, I
But that's too bad, you get stuck with at yourself, you ain't no genius You to find, you won't find me I'm coming home,
You got hair, clothes, the fashion, the cash How the fuck you gonna me what you don't know You got hair, clothes, the fashion, the cash How the fuck you gonna tell me what you don't
You got hair, clothes, the fashion, the flow How the fuck you tell me what you don't know You got hair, clothes, the fashion, the flow How the fuck you gonna me something
this close to fashion the, the cash flow How the fuck you gonna me what you don't know Your this to fashion and the cash flow How the fuck you gonna tell me you don't know
Your close to fashion and the cash flow How the fuck you tell me what you don't know Your this close to fashion, the cash How the fuck you gonna me something, tell me something
Say prayers
But that's too bad you get with all alone Look at yourself you ain't no You want to find, you won't me I'm home, but I
But that's too bad, you get with whores at yourself, you ain't no genius You want to find, you find me I'm home, hurt