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It's my birthday
October 32nd November 1st yea
That's my birthday
And since we couldn't celebrate yours
We gon celebrate your birthday
I was born on all saints day
And to my favorite saint it's your birthday
I'm gon keep telling your story
Thank God for birthdays
Birthdays were the worst days
Now we joust pouring up from a hurt place
From now on all saints day
I thank God for the saints that took my place
So I could keep living
Keep on giving
I'm rude most of the time
Ask him to walk with me during my spiritual healing
I'm so unthoughtful
Because I be looking for something so thotfull
But when my thoughts full
I always seem to find some new obstacle
Can't even focus on mine
Steady stepping on mines
If I could rewind the hands of time
When you passed, I'd ask God for peace of mind
But this piece of mine
Might have me end up doing hard time never mind
October 32nd was the day I turned 32
No need to be confused I was jus trolling you
November 1st is my birth a gift and a curse
Man you the talk of every cookout and barbecue
Yea that still go out twerking
These dudes still out here lurking
But you was always about that action
So I'm bout to that work in
Thankful for another day
Thankful to see my child's face
It's 2 in the day let's the parlay
Thankful for getting me out of everything I partake
Sip my Tennessee whiskey
She sips her strawberry wine
She asked me if I enjoyed my birthday
I asked her if she ever heard of Jeremih
It's my birthday
October 32nd November 1st yea
That's my birthday
And since we couldn't celebrate yours
We gon celebrate your birthday
I was born on all saints day
And to my favorite saint it's your birthday
I'm gon keep telling your story
Thank God for birthdays