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Bombs are falling on me since you been gone. Shook my world feels like it's Armageddon. It's not a earthquake 'ake or tsunami. What you hear is the sound of my breaking heart. The sound of my brea
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my sweet heart already know me that she's mine. and we're togather all the time
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like the winter. Summer saw me fall coldplay when I shiver. Spring back up K'naan not a quitter. And success just *** tryna get her wetter. Failing is just an excuse for me to get better. Life means
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When I am old and lonely. Would you still be there for me. 'Cause now I have all of my strength. And you have all your beauty. . When you're gold in Timbuktu. Will I still come look for you. Le
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Picture the morning, taste and devour. We rise early, pace up the hour. Streets is rustling, hustling they heart out. You can't have the sweet with no sour Spices, herbs, the sweets and the flower.
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So good things comes for those wait, sure. I've waited about pop pop pop pop. That's four cousins shot. I got grudges, let's discust this. My music needs no touch ups. I got a long record of * up
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Yeah, yeah, it's me, strugglin'. I start out, just to vibe out, I ain't about to bow out,. I'm more gangsta than you are but I ain't about the rou' rou'. My season will come, it has to,. Honestly
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Yeah, believe it or not. What kept me alive is my dreams. . I'm a dreamer but I ain't the only one got problems. But we love to have fun. This is our world, from here to your hood. We alive man,
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Yeah, believe it or not. What kept me alive is my dreams I'm a dreamer but I ain't the only one got problems. But we love to have fun. This is our world, from here to your hood. We alive man, it's
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Uh, yeah, Somalia Yeah, I spit it for my block, it's an ode, I admit it. Here the city code is lock and load, any minute is rock 'n' roll. And you rock 'n' roll and feel your soul leavin'. It's jus
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Heaven, is there a chance that you could come down. And open doors to hurting people like me. People like me Is it fair to say that I am stressing out. I'm stationed in Iraq and they won't let me o
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now. . This is K'naan and still reppin' the S. Comin' out of Mogadishu and still draped in the mess. And no matter how we strong, homie. It ain't easy comin' out of where we from, homie. . And
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There's no way to write it, there's no way to fight it. And I kick and scream but you got me despite it. And I got my pride so I begin to hide it. Like fire in freetown you begin to light it Aha, a
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Uh, yeah, Somalia. . Yeah, I spit it for my block, it's an ode, I admit it. Here the city code is lock and load, any minute is rock 'n' roll. And you rock 'n' roll and feel your soul leavin'. It'
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