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Wrong Since you don't wanna hear my voice, just hear my song |
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Now all I need from you is to fix your attitude |
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So we can move on |
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Then we can move on [Verse 1:] |
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She was mad at first, she ain't mad no more |
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I guess I changed her mind when |
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I opened that door |
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You know it's hard to ignore tear drops on the floor |
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At least I know right now that she loves me to the core |
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She let's me in, |
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I confessed my sins |
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She unzips my pants, now we back to the norm |
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This is what lovers do |
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All my niggas can relate, they got mothers too |
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And I can't tell you shit cause |
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I'm as stubborn as you |
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So my best bet is to stop ****ing with you |
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But, that ain't right |
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And if you can't forgive me then that ain't nice |
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Man, I tried, |
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I tried, I try [Hook:] |
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I tried, I tried, |
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I tried to not do you wrong |
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Since you don't wanna hear my voice, just hear my song |
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Now all I need from you is to fix your attitude |
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So we can move on |
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Then we can move on [Verse 2:] |
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I said she's three times a lady, three types of crazy |
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Rick James superfreak, three times daily |
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Don't wanna see your eyes make the beat cry, baby |
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Morning after can't find my |
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Levis, baby |
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Breath stinkin' in my draws had to beat down your walls |
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A night of liquor you forget what all the shoutin's for |
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Intentions pure so |
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I swear it's not the alcohol |
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These the type of things |
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Sting wrote ballads on |
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Oh, you heated now? |
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I'm a get my gallop on |
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Never was the one that you could put that saddle on |
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Tryin' to take you down, you tryin' to get your battle on |
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It's too much drama, get your actin' on |
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Move On [Hook] [Verse 3:] |
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I can't seem to lose you |
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My mind keeps racing |
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Cause you |
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I keep chasing |
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I'm trying to be patient |
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I'm trying to be cool |
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But cool warms to heat |
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And heat starts burning |
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And heat starts turning into sleet |
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My mind plays repeat on the moments that we shared |
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It was deep, it was you, it was we, it was sweet |
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Now it's bitter cause you're gone 'til the |
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Winter [?] best it's too long 'til |
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November Somersaults, no love is lost, |
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I hope Cause |
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I'm swinging for the knockout but you got me by the ropes |
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Put me on a necklace, girl you got me by the throat |
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Quit playin' with my heart baby, you got me 'bout to choke |
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I write this then |
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I smoke, maybe you'll appear |
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Sooner than later my dear |
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Maybe this year |