You're in my heart, in my mind You're the that will always shine Forever be with me
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in my heart, you're in my mind You're the that will always shine Forever be with
Even though independent ain't got one I got some and to spare No more My motor-ware don't match my motivate to Also I drive to stay alive and ride over there My momma so mad, so no in here I'm Aries Spears on my shit on the Drake skit Now how many more can I make just one voice They call it fake shit This some deep It's my me impersonatin' we Vicariously in every rap I with I you're speakin' for me, if I'm ever speechless I'mma be you Even though you're not here to be I I see these gangsters actin' like teachers Wake up out they sleep, they dream And the world so Luther King-less
You're in my heart, you're in my You're the that will always shine Forever be with
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