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Oh, yeah
(Oh, yeah) like that, like this
Shining like that, shining like this
Shining like that, shining like (shining through your smile)

Spitting image of my dad and my mum's brothers
I don't spit with a gimmick like half of these suckers (oh, yeah)
I just shine through like memories of last summer
Shining like your very last sun up, ashes and dust (oh, yeah)
In the meantime, all I can do is flash a peace sign
A long finger to the smoke and mirror designs (oh, yeah)
That keep my people and I from, uh (shining through your smile)

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Through to the divine, now look
I never claimed to invent the soup bowl
Just trying to fill mine with something beautiful
Billin' with mutual eye, tell me who wanna try as we shine like hmm
Lucy in the sky and them higher than the tree lines
Three years straight and keeping my knees high
Running shit, handling B-I, hand up in the bee hive
Peace to the honey dips, speaking of which
Gotta tell you about this feline, mm

She was shining like this, shining like that m
Shining like this, shining like that
Shining like this, shining like that
Go ahead, shine your light, shine your light
Like, shining like urgh
Shining like, you know (oh, yeah)
(Shining through your smile)

Yeah, ugh, The four corners of the room all buzzing
She's shining like it's noon all of a sudden
Shining like your mum when you were on to something
Iller figure than the US army budget, I'm shining like (oh, yeah)
What you wanna do? She said bump George Duke
I said that sound about right, ay, we outta sight (oh, yeah)

Woke up in a field of brown rice, didn't know they had them in Crown Heights
Her thigh for a pillow that night and then, listening to Bill Aultin Withers
Talking it out, plus 90 seconds in a minute
Her pops was an artist she ain't tryna date musicians
I said I'm only scared of sharks and commitment
Hit a dead end, never uttered the word couple
Only took day trips into each other's bubbles
Doomed from the start, just some young foolish lovers
Used to fucking in the rubble, tryna shine through

(Oh, yeah)
(Oh, yeah)
(Oh, yeah)

(Oh, yeah)
(Oh, yeah)
(Oh, yeah)

Writer(s): Eivind Oeygarden, Florian Meier

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