Feel the same Baby, does it feel the same to you? Feel the same I gotta know, does it feel the same? Feel the same You don't know Feel the same Tokyo
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Feel the same, Baby, does it feel the same to you? Feel the same, I gotta know, does it feel the same? Feel the same, You don't know. Feel the same, Tokyo
exactly what the fuck that Im talking about when we riot You dealin with a few true villains Whose stand inside of the booth truth spillin And spit true feelings
wanna know where they came from or who sent them First nigga to find them better bend 'em 'Cuz I just spoke to Polly Fontaine Shit ain't a game and Sean feel the same
I'm a leave on one more note One more motherfuckin note It's like this... Look at him [Drake:] I ain't been here in a minute Cut the lights off I feel
Liberace It's all good, from Diego to tha Bay Your city is tha bomb if your city makin pay Throw up a finger if ya feel the same way Dre puttin it down
shit is exactly what the fuck I'm talking about When we riot You dealing with a few true villains Whose staying inside of the booth, truth spilling And spit true feelings
music shit play out and you trapped wid no way out) Now all ah y'all niggas tough Y'all ready for violence, violence But niggas don't give ah fuck We ready to riot riot
of me I'm dreaming of you Oh, don't worry baby If you can't break through It's 'cause I'm on same line Calling at the same time Trying to ease your mind
straight set up shop. As Arthur McDuffie was being beat to death by four white cops this world was about to face the music. Between the El Mariel and the 1980 riots
's riot time Riot (Riot!) Riot (Riot!) Riot Riot time! C'mon! Riot (Riot!) Riot (Riot!) Riot Riot time! C'mon! Riot (C'mon!) Riot (C'mon!) Riot (C'mon!) Riot time! (Riot
s a big ol' pill If I catch you motherfuckers you gon' catch some steel I know it might sound crazy, that's the way I feel [Proof] Uhh, trace this to
is exactly what the fuck that I'm talkin' about when we riot You dealin' with a few true villains Who stand inside of the booth, truth spillin' And spit true feelings
Same bodies buried hungry but with different last names The vultures robbin' everything, leave nothin' but chains Pick a point on the globe, yes the picture's the same
vehicles, same tires I turn quiet into riot, listen to my silence This is like a curse, this is like a blessin' I can hear your voice, I can feel your
You don't say good luck You say, "Don't give up" It's the fire, inside you Let it burn Yeah, and if I'm ever at the crossroads And start feeling mixed
