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As I wait for atonement |
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Trapped in the heat of the moment |
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Feelin' like |
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I can't control it |
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As I wait for atonement |
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Trapped in the heat of the moment |
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Uh, huh, feelin' the steam from the cauldron |
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With tension runnin' deep as the ocean |
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Many are called but so few are chosen |
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As I go through the motions |
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Of medication uppin' my dosage |
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Bangin' Earth, |
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Wind and Fire ' |
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Devotion' as |
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I admire the focus |
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Takin' the city with a grain of salt |
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Where they tastin' foul, chase it down, with the latest malt |
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Liquor roll and hit it, knife did it |
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Hope you got some smarts wit'chu |
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Hope you got some heart |
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It ain't no stoppin' when it start, nigga |
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Feel somethin' bigger got a hold on me |
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And I ain't trippin' not a |
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Bobby Brown, lippin' with my nose runnin' |
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Basically |
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I had two options |
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I just chose one |
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And then got ghost like my picture was on a most wanted |
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Coast to coast, from |
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L.A. to Chicago |
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Now I'm faced, with the weight of survival |
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Plus the taste from the way |
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I been lied to |
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While the preacher man spittin' his gospel, |
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I can win if |
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I try toAs |
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I wait for atonement |
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Trapped in the heat of the moment |
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Feelin' like |
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I can't control it |
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As I wait for atonement |
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Trapped in the heat of the moment |
