Album: 4:44 (2017)
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  • Yeah, uh
    Vacay the pain away, uh
    Smoking the pain away, uh
    Drinking the-uh

    Look at all we been through since last August
    Skating through the rumors like, "Aw, shit!"
    Still came back, fucked up the red carpet
    Shows how big your heart is
    On the run, we took a hundred together
    More than the money, it was the fact that we done it together
    Uh, healing in real time
    "Song Cry" to "Resentment", that was real crying
    Bonnie and Clyde things, we hold it down
    Had we surrendered then, that'd be the real crime
    Got through it, got blessed times two with it
    New Bel-Air estates with four pools in it
    I told my bro, "You gotta go home," over vino
    Goodfella, don't gamble with your life, this ain't Casino
    Cost him two mill' plus the child support
    We'll get the money back, but not the child support
    It's getting too late, we can't afford mistakes
    Woulda broke me down had you got away
    It woulda broke me up had you took my child away
    I'm glad we found a way
    Sexin' the pain away
    Vacay the pain away
    Drinking the pain away, smoking the pain away yeah

    Too perfect not to wonder
    If we created a flame that would warm us 'til October
    We invented lovers from company for the summer
    I was many faces, but at least I was willing to change
    I was worried that the way I was would end me up alone
    Shit feels so beautiful, don't you agree? (I was worried that)
    The way I was
    Would end me up alone

    Our external reality is an opportunity to heal our internal upset
    Let's build a cathedral these evils couldn't fuck with
    I wanna spend my Saturdays and my latter-days, eating sundaes and enjoying Mondays
    Not worrying about what none say
    All on this mouth like liquor
    That my nigga, uh, that my nigga
    Over everything, each of our mood swings
    Whenever attitudes change, like a mood ring
    Ain't nothing like somebody that get ya
    Baby, I get ya
    Let's go through this thing, come out stronger, the golden journey
    Broken is better than new, that's kintsukuroi
    You're fine china
    I'm a bull and ball in a china shop
    I promise to repair with gold each bowl I drop
    Be grateful for whatever comes
    Because each has been sent from a guy from beyond
    That's what Rumi say
    "Never go to bed mad," that's what my Ummi say
    It always took her less to say more
    I always thought she was an angel, now I'm sure
    Sure Writer/s: Anita Poree, Dominic Patrick Maker, Ernest Dion Wilson, James Blake Litherland, Jerry E Peters, Michael Burton, Shawn Corey Carter, Sylvia Robinson
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind


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