[Hook: Bryan Adams - "Brothers Under The Sun" Sample]
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I had a dream - of the wide open prairie
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I had a dream - of the pale morning sky
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And we were the same - just the same - you an' I.
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We are like birds of a feather
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We are two hearts joined together
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We will be forever as one...
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My brother under the sun.
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[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
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Mic check, mic check, mic check, mic check
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Mic check, 1, 2, 1, 2.
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Ol' head said reality is fake an' fake's the new real
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Nuttin' but strive to me, but takin' a few pills.
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Ain't try'nna be the dude that's raisin' the blue steal
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Vic's help me escape, they give me a new feel.
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Unedited, ay'day is a newsreel, some cake an' a few bills
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Honestly, all it'll take is a few mill (for what?)
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For me not ta' have ta' portray no true skill (but!)
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But lemme' jus' watch what I say, the truth kills.
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(So) Be careful what'chu wish for
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If I totally ignore it, I might withdraw.
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I used ta' be pissed-off, piss-poor
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Money crisp-poor, (it was) like this short.
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It was kinda' hard ta' get the whole puzzle workin' wit' half a jigsaw
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I got mine, let me help you get yours wit'out gettin' ripped off.
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I left a trail nigga, follow it
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An' when it's gone, make a new one, don't remodel shit.
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Oh!
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[Hook: Bryan Adams - "Brothers Under The Sun" Sample]
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We are like birds of a feather
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We are two hearts joined together
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We will be forever as one...
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My brother under the sun.
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[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
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Make ya own mutha'fuckin' footsteps nigga, don't follow mine!
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Huh!? I got great problems though, my problems are good!
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L-Look, look, look...
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New suit, dude nervous (what else?)
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Ol' case, new judge, new verdict (what else?)
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A new outcome like somebody reversed it
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(I mean I'm) I feel like I'm a new man, a new purpose.
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(Oh!) It's like a nigga ain't feelin' so worthless
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Kneel down an' worship, all them years was worth it.
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So when he opened his mouth, I was stunned
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He said, "You can't deny man his son." Be clear.
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So if he wanna be there, you let 'em be there
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Be fair, I mean, I can see he wants ta' be near.
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I can see that he cares
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I'll lock your ass up you don't oblige, be-ware. (I mean it)
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She stared, she scared.
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My lil' dude always get the World from me
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An' you want 'em ta' have the World, jus' not from me.
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Back like I never left, was never forced away
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Got nuttin' more ta' say. Oh!
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[Hook: Bryan Adams - "Brothers Under The Sun" Sample]
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We are like birds of a feather
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We are two hearts joined together
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We will be forever as one...
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My brother under the sun.
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[Verse 3: Joe Budden]
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When I see you I'm disgusted (nigga!)
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Can't believe I was ever in love wit' (nigga!)
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Must've been dusted, 'cause you look like shit
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All these years, they ain't done you no justice. (Look at'chu!)
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I mean you all fucked up, can't get cash
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Still bitter over a badge you can't get passed. (Huh?!)
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Jus' sad, get mad 'cause my bitch bad
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Everyday she switch heels, switch bags. (Whoa!)
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It's like we livin' on a dock nigga, big pad
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You can't afford a deposit on my closet. (Not even)
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Since you, all I ever known was fly shit
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Unfortunately, you ain't fittin' that logic.
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'Cause you're much less
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Sometimes you gotta' stand by your failures to recognize your success.
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Still, I'll be the bigger man an' wish her all the best
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While knowin' she'll never get it
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So why would she ever quit it, it's ridiculous.
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[Hook: Bryan Adams - "Brothers Under The Sun" Sample]
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We are like birds of a feather
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We are two hearts joined together
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We will be forever as one...
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My brother under the sun.
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Under The Sun
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Joe Budden |