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