I know what you go through
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From me to you, I love you
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From the nigga to the baller, never satisfied
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So the money got you doing shit that'll fuck up your pride
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You ain't a hoe, you just really trying to get by
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Every day looking up at the sky
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Sometimes, shit get so hard
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It really have you bothered
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First you sigh, then you cry
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Up a whole puddle of water
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Seem like this shit won't ever end
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Merry go rounds to the whirlwinds
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Waves turn to a hurricane
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If you see joy, you got to see pain
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Shit in the world ain't gonna ever change
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Even when you die, it'll be the same
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Now you due to them circumstances
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Jars aren't counted so your forced to dance
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Hoping and praying for a second chance
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Just wanna put back on your pants
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Walk out the club and throw up your hands
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Tired of being disrespected by her man
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Think this shit ain't right for you
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Niggaz been yellin all night for you
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Got in your mind what's best for you
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Walk up to the club owner, tell him your through
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She's stuck off in this little room
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With nothing left to hold onto
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Her life is in a little box
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She's wondering will it ever stop
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The life of a stripper
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I'm so sick and I'm so tired
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Of these clubs, I keep crying
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Every night, I wipe my eyes
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Cause these years pass me by
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I give up, I'm all in
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My whole life is full of sin
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This road is a dead end
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I wanna live again
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From the point when a child is torn from a mothers umbilical cord
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No one really enforces that life is gonna be hard
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Which is kinda left up to the teachers
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But the teachers leave it up to the preachers
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The preachers ain't fillin the bleachers
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It's the rappers
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Sad, ain't it
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It was this girl named Star, pretty fine little woman
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Going to college, taking off her clothes for money
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She gotta pay the rent, she got a little girl
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Her baby daddy ain't shit, See what she dealin with?
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But she gotta hold on (hold on)
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Wanna leave the club alone (it feels wrong)
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She gotta pay the bills but in the meantime
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She like "fuck how she feel" living is real
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So she back in the club again
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Taking off her clothes again
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Going to school, going to work, getting tiring
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Lack of sleep but baby gotta eat
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And these shoes on her feet
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She got a test next week so she stressed
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Ask god to give her a blessing, send her in the right direction
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Her parents died when she was eight years old
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And after that, she felt like she was all alone
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But she got her grandparents and they raised her well
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Keep going to school, take care of yourself
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Getting hard, going to school and work in the club
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And at the same time looking for love
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She can't keep skipping for an occupation
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In a minute she'll be graduating
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Make her wanna throw up her hands
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Now she only wanna live again
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She's stuck off in this little room
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With nothing left to hold onto
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Her life is in a little box
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She's wondering will it ever stop
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The life of a stripper
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I'm so sick and I'm so tired
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Of these clubs, I keep crying
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Every night, I wipe my eyes
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Cause these years pass me by
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I give up, I'm all in
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My whole life is full of sin
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This road is a dead end
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I wanna live again
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She's stuck off in this little room
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With nothing left to hold onto
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Her life is in a little box
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She's wondering will it ever stop
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The life of a stripper
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Live Again
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| Ying Yang Twins |
