Your momma told me read the book of Job
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They shoulda called it the book of soul
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I came into this hurtful earth in perfect health
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Caught Steven Johnson syndrome when I was ten years old
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Internal and external fever
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80% fatality rate at that time
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Ain't that some shit
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Severe pink eye
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My eyes swollen shut
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For like two or three months
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It still bright as fuck
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And I even lost my lip skin
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Grew back darker than it's 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'm alright
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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
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No, not a nod
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I mean not even you
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We eventually got cool
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But I was nobody
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You was the hottest hottie in the school
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But the world to me
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Not saying that cause I'm your dude
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I'm glad I got to watch the woman that you blossomed too
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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 had the right answers but it worked
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Mama, thanks a lot
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Probably wouldn't have 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 lightin'
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The first few years was so excitin'
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Got deeper in this rap and started pushing shit back
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My money got funny
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You wanted to go on dates
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I had a Soundwave beat tape tryna be 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
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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
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You told me you was proud
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I did some things, you did some things
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Always came back together
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We knew the only way to make it work was 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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But I'm such a nice guy, why Lord?
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Why Lori?
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Why'd you have to take her from me?
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Guess you needed your angel face for all of heaven to see
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Your picture 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 the spliff will 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 and 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 I looked you in the face and told you nothing can stop me
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Not even you
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Stick to the plan
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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
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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
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Sincerely yours
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I live to let you
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Shine
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[Interlude]
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Everything I love most get 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 Curt Cobain
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I still believe in God, we jut 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 then
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Hey man
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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
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But nobody special
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My ma took my TV, - 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 keep them locks off your soul [x2]
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(Soul!)
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The Book Of Soul
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| Ab-Soul |
