's more than I can see And there's a deeper part of me Won't you be my inspiration Help me end my desperation now Tell me what it is I'm meant to do
's more than I can say And there's a deeper part of me Won't you be my inspiration Help me end my desperation now Tell me what it is I'm meant to do
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There's more than I can say And there's a deeper part of me Won't you be my inspiration Help me end my desperation now Tell me what it is I'm meant
'm feeling like a diva then I hit Mariah Carey I'm in the UK, I'ma see MIA Superhero by night, ra, ra rapper by day And if I just wanna talk I'ma hit
zeroes Nobody rocking like this 60 years old The hard johns and the walleys something caught me I'm telling you what Wu-Tang taught me The young youth
it Make you lose your place, Tell me I-I-I can play So I speed up the pace I break it break it you can't stop me In this ra-race Chorus x2 I got
as leep Well now, no be ll ring-a-linging tellin? me i t?s time to hit the st reet Oh, no, don?t you kn ock on my door, ?cause I ain?t coming Tell
oczy. The power keeps you so very close idea that's being born just you loved me I ask you : come touch me now and tell me, please what I want to hear
, tell her like Austin Let's get groovy From the movies to the crib Get her keys for ya heard that's what I did, And I'll find me another one more interesting
name They call me US-HER-RA-YM-OND Now baby tell me what you wanna do with me Gotta nigga feenin' like Jodeci Every time that you roll with me, holdin' me
You can find me, same city, same state Carryin' more weight, fishin' wit more bait More license plates than your DMV Takin' more total request than your MTV Errry, gaga, they call me
in Switzerland I drive round in Monaco I shook hands with Royalty I make songs that monarchs know Ti Ti Ti La So fa? Mi Mi Mi Ra Do? Call me Aloe Blacc
conceals the interior America, land of opportunity, mirages and camoflauges More than usually -- speakin loudly, sayin nothin You confusin me, you losin me Your game is twisted, want me
Yeah, it's that real shit, that made me That music from the '80's, the child's of the '70's I live long til they bury me...
catch me Kings that pull strings like Dorothy Ashby Jawns keep telling me I'm great like Gatsby Caught like a felony, you can't slide past me I'm low
] American lowlife, dirtbag, my team Smelly ?, bad breath, low igene What do I mean? Smell me, rock my belly Call my celly up and tell me (Yo, yo, you
