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Fleurever, Fleurever
The next Station is Spadina, Spadina Station
Yeah, man on a mission
Hand on the wheel, steering my vision
Keepin' my distance
Head in the clouds, mindin' my business
I got family, I got homies who are locked down by the system
And I'm prayin' for the black girls went missing and missed Christmas
Now listen, what would you rather
Doing it best or doing it different
I got sick of the dream, spoke it into existence
Turned it out with a dollar then I turned that to a million
Black angel been through hell and back
Now they made me the villain
Oh what a wonderful feeling
I learned a lot about my early 20's
Lookin' back a nigga wasn't ready
When it came to friends I had way too many
A lot flaked when the shit got heavy
And a lot of times, I was more focused on dollar signs
I had to put it in overdrive
Caught myself calling so many lies
Argued instead of apologized
I wasn't ready to compromise
Many mistakes were ill-advised
Had to cut it out, started cutting ties
I must've fucked up a hundred times
Blaming the liquor to justify
everything that wasn't right in my broken life
That's Fleurever
Arriving at Spadina, Spadina Station
Was it worth it?
The next Station is Spadina, Spadina Station
Yeah, man on a mission
Hand on the wheel, steering my vision
Keepin' my distance
Head in the clouds, mindin' my business
I got family, I got homies who are locked down by the system
And I'm prayin' for the black girls went missing and missed Christmas
Now listen, what would you rather
Doing it best or doing it different
I got sick of the dream, spoke it into existence
Turned it out with a dollar then I turned that to a million
Black angel been through hell and back
Now they made me the villain
Oh what a wonderful feeling
I learned a lot about my early 20's
Lookin' back a nigga wasn't ready
When it came to friends I had way too many
A lot flaked when the shit got heavy
And a lot of times, I was more focused on dollar signs
I had to put it in overdrive
Caught myself calling so many lies
Argued instead of apologized
I wasn't ready to compromise
Many mistakes were ill-advised
Had to cut it out, started cutting ties
I must've fucked up a hundred times
Blaming the liquor to justify
everything that wasn't right in my broken life
That's Fleurever
Arriving at Spadina, Spadina Station
Was it worth it?
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Writer(s): Michael Lantz, Jahmarie Wishart Adams
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