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[Intro] I miss you, where you been? |
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It's been months and |
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I haven't heard from you, |
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I need you |
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It's been months and |
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I haven't heard from you, come back to me |
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Come back, |
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I need you in my life |
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I miss you, |
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I miss you, come back to me, |
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I miss you [Dom Kennedy] |
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What's up baby? |
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It's been a while |
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You been good? |
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I've been around different girls, different towns |
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To keep it real, you missing out |
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I'll all bored, next city |
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Random cars, |
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TEC's with me |
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Like I miss you so much, have sex with me |
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Not right now, look you know |
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I got the ex with me |
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She like fuck that, |
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I don't care |
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Dom So selfish and that really isn't fair |
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Dom Meet me here, where |
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Dom? Get undressed, yeah |
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Dom Yeah Dom, what you need? |
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Some bomb head? |
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A bag of weed? |
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Good food? |
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Japanese? |
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That's me on page forty in that magazine "Dom Kennedy" you need that |
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She said nobody come close, |
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I agreed back |
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I'm the nigga who used to help her pull that weed back and she need me, believe that [Chorus: Javonte] |
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That girl is smoking and can you believe that |
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I'm her focus? |
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It ain't hard to see she got me open and together, we are roller-coasting, on, on, on [Kendrick Lamar] |
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What's up love? |
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It's been a while |
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You been good? |
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I've been around |
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Remember dinner dates |
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I was late? |
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Mr. Chiles |
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Truant like a student, you the principal |
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Schooled me on timing, we was both shining like the sun bouncing off the brightest blood diamond |
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I was Your |
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Highness, you was my queen |
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You got over him when |
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I got in between |
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Watching Martin on |
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TV as it was |
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T-D-S for us to eat |
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TV dinners every time we was famished |
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But it was such a pleasure to watch you try to hold it together |
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Every time |
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I put the head in you would panic and come right down like an avalanche |
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Make your legs slant, whisper till you juicing up your pants |
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Baby how that sound? |
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Kosher, no sir |
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Wake it back up, |
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Folgers posters |
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By my waistline, shout for your hard hit |
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You called it a hate crime, say you want me back and your girl wanna date |
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Dom, that's high school shit 4-0-1 |
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K, we could be friends with benefits, you dig that? [Chorus] [MURS] |
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I upped and walked out, now she crying cuz |
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She need me, |
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I got that |
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John Bryan love |
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Had to find love, we called it punch-drunk |
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We was a two-piece, she was a one-punch |
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You know, a knock-out, and if she was to walk out my heart would go black, shrivel up and drop out |
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There we go again, what the fuck you talking bout? |
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We used to fuck all the time back at my momma's house |
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Smoking beedies, laying on the futon |
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Memories I got saved up like a coupon |
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And we'd be too gone off a sack of stress weed |
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I was broke then, couldn't count the best weed |
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Then she would just leave in a black hatchback |
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Homies from the hood used to ask me if |
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I'd tapped that |
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I would say yep, smiling so freely |
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That was back then, but |
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I bet she still need me |
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She need me, she need me |
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She need me, she need me |
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I would say yes, smiling so freely |
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That was back then, |
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I bet she still need me [Chorus] |
