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The Fresh Prince Of Bel-Air Ingrid Michaelson

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CNow this is a story, alla about how
FMy life got flipf ped, turned upsCide-down
CAnd I’d like to take a minute
AJust sit riGght f there
FI’ll tell you how I became the prince
f Of a town called Bel-ACir
CIn west Philadelphia, born Gand raised
FOn a playground is where i spent most ofC my days
CChilling out, maxing, relaGxing all cool
FAnd all shooting some b-ball outsiCde of the school
f When a couple of guys they were up to nof/Eb good
a Started making trouble in my neighborf hood
f I got in one little fight and my momf/Eb got scared
a And said you’re moving with your auntie and uncle in BeCl-Air
Ci whistled for a cab and whenG it came near

Fthe license plate said fresh
Cand had dice in the mirror
Cif anything i could say that thiGs cab was rare
Fbut i thought nah, forget it
Cyo home to bel-air!
Ci-pulled- up to a house about seven oGr eight
Fi yelled to the cabbie yo homeC, smell you later
Clooked at my kingdom i was finallya thGere  f   
Fto sit on my throne as the prince off bel-air           C 

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