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Out here there are no stars |
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Out here we are stoned[Hook:] |
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Chandeliers in the ceiling |
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Remind her of the time, that she was dealing with a |
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Nigga on the grind, trying to get a billion |
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Sacrificing time, to spend with all his women |
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But still he tried. |
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Chandeliers in the ceiling, remind her of the time |
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That she was ridin' with me, |
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I'm always on her mind |
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But I be on my mission she smile and she cry |
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Any time she see him[Verse 1:] |
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Shorty had her own money |
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Everytime she came through she brung it |
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Didn't want nothing from me, but for me to kick it |
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Play the cut, be the make-believe husband |
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Couldn't stomach the fact that |
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I was always running |
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In and out out of them streets, in and out them freaks |
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And I didn't hide nothing, from her |
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I was a hundred |
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That's why she couldn't leave, |
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I kept it way too |
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GHer family in her ear, advising her that she should be |
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With a doctor, a lawyer, someone with a degree |
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But she wanted no pointers, was happiest with me |
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Nightlife cruising something in sporters with two seats |
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Making real jet movements, this lifestyle wild, these hoes attached to it |
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Even though |
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I hate to do it |
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Real life situations, out here there are no stars[Hook][Verse 2:] |
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From the pages of the fashion magazine |
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To Twitter, to plane tickets to get her here with me |
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Lying to them other guys, but keeping it sincere with me |
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At least that's what she wish that |
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I believeBoomerang style, right outta the silver screen |
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Same player ways as mine, dog attitude with a feline |
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Simple real nigga made a bee line, hard to shine like he shine |
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But when I was off on the grind, laid with lesser niggas in the meantime |
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Double standard rules apply |
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You can't do what a man do |
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He don't look good in the streets' eyes |
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And they watchin' the people, lookin' for signs of weakness |
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Makin' moves with a floozy, you'll be lookin' like a season |
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And the vultures out to eat them, and |
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I can't be in that number |
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So it's on the late night **** news, can't be seen in the public |
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By then she always fussin, and |
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I ain't got the time |
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So I have to let her slide, she think about me when she high |
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Real life situations, just got those from looking through my phone[Hook] |
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