You're in my heart, you're in my You're the star will always shine Forever be with me
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You're in my heart, in my mind You're the star that will always Forever be with
Even though independent ain't got one I got and more to spare No despair My motor-ware don't 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 just one voice They might call it shit This some deep It's my me we shit in every rap I speak with I hope you're for me, if I'm ever speechless Cause be you Even though not here to be with I hope I see these gangsters actin' teachers Wake up out they sleep, then they And the world so Martin King-less
You're in my heart, you're in my the star that will always shine Forever be with
And to my hero Heron, Gil In a discourse with On a jet plane with no fear for But it never lands of the dream time Presently en route to the rhymes of the time times With more sugar and milk than coffee Aborted rhymes, rotten beats, and failed as bumpy as braille books Fail cools, bad French, and mad push at the Gourmet at the starving soiree A of one easy woman at a time I'll take the hard way Trying to be as abstract as And vulgar, the more the more profitable A fed molten gold And sat upon a promote getting called 24 carot souls How to describe Insightful remarks as the best thing I've ever heard is silence Some more impressive In a faux Spanish romantic of a Marxist dialectic Please listen to the critics, pointless is the passerby Might as well not exist, not even a bit In the event of my demise everything I prize to the poor And to the oppressors, I a war And so on and so