[Intro]
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Everybody wear make-up sometimes man..
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But you gotta walk outside,
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and let that rain, just wash it off man...
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Look at what is around you man,
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How people got it bad man, you know what I'm saying?
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[Verse 1]
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Say no more, I need music to get me by.
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Simple beats, simple life, and a simple rhyme.
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Momma taught me to hustle for piece of mind.
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Never thought I'd get caught in this long line.
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For the truth, I don't worship a stone or shrine.
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Put my faith in the pen, now let me fly.
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Through the wind of the rhythm I hold tight,
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on the streets of Seattle, in cold nights.
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Father give me the strength to continue,
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oversee all the prayers I send you.
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My heart's open to people who love back.
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Put my soul in a song, am I wrong for that?
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Never was, some how I still catch flak.
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If agreeing, why they fight over white or black.
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Keep the vision of peace but I still shoot,
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I'm a rebel for reasons you won't prove.
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[Chorus]
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Just look at the sunshine,
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in the morning when you wake up.
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Go stand in the rain,
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and let it wash off all your make-up.
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Pick up a flower, la la la.
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Look at a rainbow,
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La la la, la la la.
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Even the lightning and the thunder,
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What we here for?
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[Verse 2]
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When this get to heavy to carry sometimes
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I break down and just let it fall from my eye.
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Even though it still hurt when I get back up on my feet
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to see that nobody's seen me cry.
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Waters waters, a Havel for pain.
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Devil he came, and he walked in the skies.
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But I throw it the opposite name.
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Reason I came, to open up your eyes.
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And whatever I say, know that I mean well.
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Every last word that I spitted.
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This is all I want to be,
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so to give you my all
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I make sure it's in every sentence.
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This poet ain't fake, no.
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From the mouth of a fresh spree,
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hot beats so, from up under the dirt roads,
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and the concrete, from my people with no clothes.
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[Chorus]
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Just look at the sunshine,
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in the morning when you wake up.
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Go stand in the rain,
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and let it wash off all your make-up.
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Pick up a flower, la la la.
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Look at a rainbow,
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La la la, la la la.
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Even the lightning and the thunder,
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What we here for?
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[Verse 3]
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So many times I thought of suicide,
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Giving up is the easiest way to die.
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Put my life in the barrel
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and go to sleep.
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Never witness the birth of my own seed.
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Never had the will power to graduate,
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went to too many schools to keep an A.
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Carry pipes in my bag,
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smoking at lunch.
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Away from reality all at once.
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I saw momma outside on the porch crying,
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saying she can't pay the rent,
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but she really trying.
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Would I be embarrassed to get food stamps?
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Daddy never came home from the school dance.
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Ashamed of the way that I been feeling,
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selfish enough to give up on living.
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When she made it this far,
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working at a bar,
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with no where to turn but the sunshine..
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[Chorus x2]
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Just look at the sunshine,
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in the morning when you wake up.
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Go stand in the rain,
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and let it wash off all your make-up.
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Pick up a flower, la la la.
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Look at a rainbow,
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La la la, la la la.
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Even the lightning and the thunder,
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What we here for?
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Makeup
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Yelawolf |