I was rollin' down the way, and I saw this girl
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About twelve years old, in a grown up world
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She liked fancy cars, fancy rings
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She wanted the life
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That only money could bring
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I could tell that she, by the look in her eyes
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Would do anything, to get that life
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Didn't talk down to her, didn't make her cry
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But I said a few words
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That could change her life
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[Chorus]
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When it comes, the light, the light
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Don't front on it, the light, the light
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When it comes
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The light, the light, don't run from it
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The light, the light
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I was sittin' here trippin', 'bout half of the night
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Cause the song that I was working on
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Was bringing me strife
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Don't wanna give up, cause it's just that nice
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Let me stop tryna force the issue
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I been getting all the right lines
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But I ain't been paying attention
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Must be trippin' off of what them records
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Want me to be what they want me to be
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But that ain't really my vision
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I'm scorching hot like fire
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So let me stop all this trippin'
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Forgin to my own funky fantastic dimension
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Let me do what a sister like me do
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And put some funk in the kitchen
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Let me stop all this trippin', and listen
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[Chorus x2]
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When it comes, the light, the light
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Don't front on it, the light, the light
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When it comes
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The light, the light, don't run from it
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The light, the light
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The Light (Piano Mix)
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| Jill Scott |
