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, cause if i only had a hundred fans, i'd take them all to dinner, talk about the people that we used to be, if i had a hundred fans, fly them all to paris, ain't nobody paying, i'd be buying the drinks, and we would party, and we would dance, and we would throw up all them hands, until they turned to clouds, yeah, i got you now, if i only had a hundred fans, life's too short to be an asshole, i think i learned that on my last flow, i think i learned that with the last ho, forgot her name. that's the past though, and the teacher never had a lesson that i cared for, the preacher never had a god i was scared of, the people never had a place where they could share love, look at the way i do it, i do it because i care, huh?, so what you in the mood for, people?, least i could do is get food for the people, love you so much, your [?} is illegal, got common sense, i do it for all the people, we could hit the beach in sunny california, keeping the flow hot so ya'll ain't cathing pneumonia, see i want it cause i love you, and if i had a hundred fans i would do a track with each one of you, cause if i only had a hundred fans, i'd take them all to dinner, talk about the people that we used to be, if i had a hundred fans, fly them all to paris, ain't nobody paying, i'd be buying the drinks, and we would party, and we would dance, and we would throw up all them hands, until they turned to clouds, yeah, i got you now, if i only had a hundred fans, it's not the kind of shit you hearing every day, the radio-play got a nigga working like a slave, and rarely is the out the way, you changing the game that you never learned how to play, say, you only seventeen but you got a son, yo, you got to learn to run beneath the applebaum, the world is yours, it's almost done, right when you started backtracking and asking 'em, where the hell has the passion gone?, the microphone, america's next top in the aston mar-, tin be the gin of the sea, i pretend to be you, you pretend to be me, cause if i only had a hundred fans, i'd take them all to dinner, talk about the people that we used to be, if i had a hundred fans, fly them all to paris, ain't nobody paying, i'd be buying the drinks, and we would party, and we would dance, and we would throw up all them hands, until they turned to clouds, yeah, i got you now, if i only had a hundred fans
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Artist: luke christopher