You're in my heart, in my mind You're the star that will shine you'll be with me
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in my heart, you're in my mind You're the star that will shine Forever you'll be
Even though cars ain't got one I got some and to spare No more My motor-ware don't match my to mate Also I drive to stay alive and ride over there My so mad, so no alcohol in here I'm Aries Spears on my shit on the Drake skit Now how more can I make with just one voice might call it fake shit This deep shit my me impersonatin' we shit Vicariously in every rap I with I hope speakin' 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, they dream And the world so Martin King-less
You're in my heart, in my mind the star that will always shine Forever be with
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