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Greatness
Plus greatness
Equals great greatness

Girl I believe you can fly, yeah
‘Cuz you got those Angel wings
You know just what I mean
And plus the voice you sing can save a life
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Oh, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, beggin’, beggin’

Hello, I’m standin’ out here at the front door
Hello, can you hear me? I’m at the front door
And my key ain’t workin’, where you at? Let me in
You ain’t comin’ in here
What the hell you mean I can’t come in?
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Don’t stop, don’t stop

All the money that’s in the world can’t buy me no peace of mind, no
Don’t matter how much you got if your heart’s unsatisfied
And you can even have a thousand friends still feel like your all alone
If you ain’t got no one to call your own
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Those who are dead,
Are not dead,
They’re just living in my head.

And since I fell,
For that spell,
I am living there as well (Oh).
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[Verse 1:]
Baby I know you love me
Even though you got your own way that you show it
oooh baby
You gotta trust me
Sometimes it ain’t enough to know it
I need to feel it
I need to breathe it (more…)

Ooh I

I can’t live without ya. I can’t live without ya.

[Verse 1:]
Girl you got me shook, after all of the fighting and the screaming snatched up the keys then you got in the range knowing that its raining
(why’d I let you go) I don’t know how long it took but I know that I drove all around,
Trying to calm you down wouldn’t answer my calls, now I’m scared girl where’d you go
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I was rolling in my car when I pulled up at the mall
Couldn’t find a place to park, threw my keys to the valet
I was only there to hang, wasn’t lookin’ for a thing
I was just about to bounce and then I saw Miss. Lady
Then I said to myself
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[Wayne]
yeah, ya know i know you like cooked food, ya know youre fuckin with a good dude. yeah, ya know i know ya like cooked food, ya know youre fuckin with a good dude. you can go inside and stay in, tell ya home boy youre stayin youve been taken, yeah, ya know i know ya like cooked food, ya know youre fuckin with a good dude.
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It’s so many fly younger than in here
That it ought to be a misdemeanor
And if you’re standing outside of the club
Homie I would really wouldn’t wanna be ya

And girl I like your self-esteem
Ain’t gotta go check out demeanor
I need a bad girl, one them bad girls
One of them lurking in the back of the Beamer
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