[Hook - Keyshia Cole]
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I'm trying to put it all in words, but it's
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More than I can say
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Entangled with my time to tell you
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More than I can say
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It's all more than I can say
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[Verse 1 - Nas]
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Bottles and El Dorados, trapped in the allure
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The sickness: dreaming of riches
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Reality was the cure. My doctor
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Physician was music, I'm sure
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The prescription was super-models, sandwiches
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And suicide doors. I used to stand in my mirror
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Fixing up my hat right
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DMV don't make licenses for the fast life
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Was taught never drop my head when I'm doing right
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And though I may be watched by feds with the blue sights
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I just want the whole world to bop their heads
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Someone to stop my bread
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If my pops was here, he'd be like "son, you the one
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They gotta crown you, a gift from around you
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Know they don't understand you, but what can they handle?
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If they was wearing Gucci loafers, they'd be through, over
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Just stay on point, do what you do
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Soldier: remember I'm with you when the world get colder...
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[Hook - Keyshia Cole]
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I'm trying to put it all in words, but it's
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More than I can say
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Entangled with my time to tell you
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More than I can say
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It's all more than I can say
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[Verse 2 - Nas]
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Keep having the same dream
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About a mic, a gun, a cross, they all
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In the middle of flames
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An hourglass of salt dripping down to it's last grain
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Hear a voice that asks what do I claim?
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I ask what it means. It's sort of a trance
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As the planet Earth appears in the palm of my hands
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I could do what I wish with it, and waking up
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To study my dreambook, see if it links up
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Looking for some significance, like does the dream
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Represent this cold world I'm living in?
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Ask my man, then his laughter begin
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He had the same dream, but in his, he grabbed the gun
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Damn son! I told him in mine I took the mic
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The cross, I had it all my life, the same height
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I'm trying to sneak sleep, so that my mom won't find out
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Time out: my body won't wind down
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More Than I Can Say
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| Nas |
