Yeah, fake hair, fake nails, fake pears
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Call herself a Barbie wanna be a fake girl
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She can¡¯t even see she Stevie Wonder at night time
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Too busy trying to get them red bottoms the right size
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Tell her that you love her and she gonn call you liar
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Whatever you don¡¯t really love me, you just won¡¯t give me the life
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On the back, but the fact is she deal with fools
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I see women is garden tools, never traded the coop
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She think suckers and brothers always making her sick
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So she gave upon them, now she only attracted to chips
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But she never seen a man when his soul is clean
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He fighting to be whatever god made him to be
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Don¡¯t wanna manipulate the day the leg her and shaker
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Wanna give this life ¡¦ follow his creator
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Maybe, she¡¯s gonna see here crazy
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And start wondering god what¡¯s the reason you made me?
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Baby it ain¡¯t to be psychically attractive
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Just so you can trap and capture
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A man that be superficially happy
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Nah, you worth more than that, yeah
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Beautiful lies, yeah, I know they ain¡¯t right
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But I bought it
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But that¡¯s the price of life
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Beautiful lies yeah,
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But I bought it up, that¡¯s the price of life
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Beautiful lies, yeah, I know they ain¡¯t right
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But I bought it
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But that¡¯s the price of life
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Yeah, look, I wanted a girl that was super official
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I found my standard superficial
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Cause behind the glamour was some super issues
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And ain¡¯t trying to shoot to diss you, I¡¯m just sayin
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Everybody gotta look fly, caught the planes,
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And you don¡¯t wanna step outside, looking plain
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They call it run it game, everybody playin
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Dagn, that¡¯s trinity with the word play
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Scoring made you make up your mind
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Coach bags made you feel first class this whole time
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And them Nike kicks running your life
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Your ambition been driven by the cars that you like
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I know some girls that¡¯s fast and to take none
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Self esteem is low as they neck line
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Cause they don¡¯t know whose image they reflect
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Went to bed to find love, woke up with regrets
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This is a matter of the heart kid
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Give me a second, let me show you
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If you on something you can depart it
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You probably don¡¯t own it, it own you
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Then tell me what¡¯s the price of life
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Too much to find peace, so what¡¯s your release?
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Yeah, it¡¯s much more believe me
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To live up for the things that you¡¯re living
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Beautiful lies, yeah, I know they ain¡¯t right
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But I bought it
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But that¡¯s the price of life
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Beautiful lies yeah,
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But I bought it up, that¡¯s the price of life
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Beautiful lies, yeah, I know they ain¡¯t right
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But I bought it
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But that¡¯s the price of life
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She camouflage her insecurity in Jimmie Chius
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High heels, but the mountain top she¡¯ll never choose
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She will settle for a dude and precious metals
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A slave to his money buy his chains you can tell it
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Page to ¡¦ shit that life that you really live
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Them nice clothes, cover up how you really feel
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When your eye¡¦ trapped in a prison with multiple life sentences
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¡¦ life times¡¦ you don¡¯t wanna play your middle fingers to the better days
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You ever stopped and think about what ¡¦ is
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Living for they approval it¡¯s got they benefits
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They special cause they don¡¯t live like you
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But they die and they blood bleeds red like your
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Truth is they depressed, taking meds like you
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They ain¡¯t living it up, they dead like you
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But you can live, ah, if you know the price of life
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Beautiful lies, yeah, I know they ain¡¯t right
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But I bought it.
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The Price of Life
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Lecrae |