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Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Uh, feel my soul from this flow I'm a six inch gash as far as openness go I'm hopin' they know if I open the door I'ma go and never come back I'ma rewire your brain like a ounce of Prozac I was a loser in school and now they cheer for us Madison Square Garden is packed out for us Fuck around and drop a whole album without a chorus I'ma watch the money come like a clitoris The force is with us of course Spit your hoe shit like a wicked divorce But thank God, all the ladies, they adore us I was Screech back in the day and— —Now a nigga Zack Morris Fuck the chorus, real ones go to bat for us April 21st, mom gave birth to a black Taurus The beginnin', I was schemin', I was dreamin', I was thinkin' I had to run away from all of my dеmons Letras de cancionesI believe in a simplе goal, stay true to what's you And everybody else gon' see you for you Good and bad, yin and yang, it's the same It depends on your attentions, what's your aim? What's your end goal? I had to touch down on myself, I'm in the end zone A nigga had to go to hell twice just to get home A nigga had to pay the whole price just for his skin tone So even if I do this shit right, it still could end wrong Drop a couple of jewels that you could live on Me and Logic make this shit right, it's like a ingrown Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh From Letras Mania