You're in my heart, in my mind the star that will always shine Forever you'll be me
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You're in my heart, you're in my You're the star that will always you'll be with
Even though cars ain't got one I got and more to spare No despair My motor-ware don't match my to mate Also I drive to stay alive and this over there My momma so mad, so no alcohol in I'm Aries on my Jay-Z shit Affion on the skit Now how many more can I make just one voice They might call it shit This some deep It's my me impersonatin' we in every rap I speak with I hope you're speakin' for me, if I'm ever I'mma be you Even you're not here to be with I hope I see these gangsters actin' teachers Wake up out they sleep, then they And the world so Luther King-less
You're in my heart, in my mind You're the star that always shine Forever you'll be
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