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Far Away Lyrics - Art Of Motivation - Lola Monroe

Tell me what it takes to create a fuckin' diamond 

Built within dirt yet beauty so timeless 

Precious of the earth a nigg(?) who(?) gaze(?) is(?) spineless 

My back bone is thick enough for your highness 

 

Fit to be a queen sittin' on a fuckin' thrown 

Prevail through shit that your mother wouldn't condone 

Laid away pain that I couldn't even afford 

And Imma half a way that I could never walk toward 

 

L-l-l-look at me now don't I make you wanna bow 

My past got flooded and I still couldn't drown 

Peepin' all you clowns prayin' hard wit a frown 

For my grind to die down 

 

Like you wasn't around watchin' me grow from the ground 

Ain't that petty of you ain't you posed to be proud 

Don't you want me to make it and reach for the clouds 

I guess the mu'fuckas closest be the ones to let you down 

 

Uh-NaNa 

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I always went hard for the ones I love 

Now i think of what their's consist of 

Loyalty a issue no matter how much love 

Ain't no tellin' who he fishin' so you gotta use a glove 

 

Once I'm in love there's no one else I think of 

So I'd rather build a wall till I kno I can trust 

I would rather just lust than ever make him a must 

Just keep him on angel dust feenin' for more than a buss 

 

Uh-NaNa 

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Somebody gas her up her hustle way on E 

I get high off my hustle like I stay on E 

Look at all you bitches like you can't see me 

Unless you flippin' though BET or a um-TV 

 

I ain't tryna carry you but how you dare judge me 

I will shit on your future like I bleed green tea 

Watch her flip any doubts like I read up on a key 

Uh Flipenry up Flipenry up my G 

 

Why flip a G and spree play yourself like we 

But you sensitive B's ya'll too sensitive for me 

Now I don't cop keys i put life on these beats 

These are cold metaphors that symbolize these streets