tyrese pope - touch the sun lyrics
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[verse 1: noah diggs]
listen to the way that i spit
i’m fightin’
i write then i reach for the light
on tight grip
i might be nawin’ at the game
they bitin’
i could never join the dark you i’ma light me
turn into a kite
either way they gon’ have a brotha crucified
prolly g#o#d
they wishin’ death behind the lights
stereotype they fight me
i would rather wear some black shoes and a white tee
spittin it back
i never quit it
i’m determined
he’s the lit show
ho she’s learned to work to earn this
i’m dreamin’ brotha tryna figure
out if it’s worth it
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