Intro: Brother Ali]
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Bismillah, ya Allah, I make this a song about
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About witnessing God through healing
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And let it be what it is, I turn it over to you
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Love, love, love
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I’m tired of crying
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Destroying and building
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I’m done denying
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I’m removing the ceiling
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My whole life I’ve been dying
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I’m getting busy living
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I feel like I’m flying
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I’m not asking permission
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There’s a cost for loving, it’s the cost of living
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Don’t remorse for nothing, I just pray I’m forgiven
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The telephone’s ringing, and the past is calling
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It don’t offer me nothing, don’t ignore it, just listen
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Survival tactics are perfect for survival mode
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But they no longer serve a purpose once your life goes on
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That suffering will always be a part of me
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But to serve suffering, is idolatry
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Shout out to Liza Garza, Samir and Aja Black
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Respect to Shaykh Hamza, one day I’ll pay y’all back
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What I learned my thirty-sixth time around the track
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I’m hugging every single curve, never looking back
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Pain is a revelation, what a scar is revealing
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Gone but not forgotten, thank God for healing
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Maybe the blessing that I’m missing in Salat is kneeling
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To to return me to my feet, I forgot that feeling
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I’m tired of crying
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Destroying and building
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I’m done denying
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I’m removing the ceiling
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My whole life I’ve been dying
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I’m getting busy living
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I feel like I’m flying
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I’m not asking permission
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I’m not asking permission
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I’m not asking permission
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I feel like I’m flying
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I’m not asking permission
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I’m not asking permission
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I’m not asking permission
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It’s the feeling of flying
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I’m acquainted with shame, I hated my name
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I validated their claims and I stayed in my lane
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I’m mistaking the chain, thought it was a lifeline
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Just because it’s been around me all my lifetime
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Success meant the world kinda felt out of tilt
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Survivor guilt made me try to kill what I had built
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And despair felt just like loyalty
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I saw betrayal and the day feel joyfully
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I done cried the blues, 'til my eyes refused
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To make water for sorrow too dry to produce
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I was tryna get loose, I climbed out of that noose
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Now how could I accuse, the Most High of abuse?
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I got a hole in my soul that the pain dug
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And now I let it overflow when the rain comes
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It’s the bittersweet taste when I make love
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I can’t trust it’ll be there when I wake up
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I’m tired of crying
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Destroying and building
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I’m done denying
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I’m removing the ceiling
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My whole life I’ve been dying
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I’m getting busy living
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I feel like I’m flying
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I’m not asking permission
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I’m not asking permission
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I’m not asking permission
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It’s the feeling of flying
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I’m not asking permission
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I’m not asking permission
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I’m not asking permission
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It’s the feeling of flying
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There’s a cost for loving, it’s the cost of living
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Don’t remorse for nothing, I just pray I’m forgiven
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The telephone’s ringing, and the past is calling
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It don’t offer me nothing, don’t ignore it, just listen
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I’m tired of crying
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Destroying and building
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I’m done denying
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I’m removing the ceiling
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My whole life I’ve been dying
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I’m getting busy living
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I feel like I’m flying
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I’m not asking permission
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It’s the feeling of flying
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It’s the feeling of flying
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It’s the feeling of flying |