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When you left me in a fever ah shovel yoh shit |
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Ah never know you woulda be back ah grovel like dis |
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It take me so long fi get over now me finally can boast |
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[Every thing and armour thicker exercise your post] |
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So me call upon de universe if only she would let me when I need her da most |
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You got some nerve |
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Asking if I think about you |
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I'm sure that you know I still do |
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My memory's fine |
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You got some nerve |
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Thinking we could still be friends now |
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But this is where the story ends now |
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I'm drawing the line |
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The bad about you eclipses the good I wanna miss |
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And there's no longing in my heart when I reminisce |
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Oh, I'm so over dis! |
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(Chorus) |
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You're spilled milk |
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No use sitting crying over you |
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(No, me nah cry for u, no me nah bawl for you noo) |
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It's only natural that a rogue would do what a rogue would do |
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(No, me nah beg for you and me nah call for you noo) |
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And besides goodbye there's really nothing left to say |
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( No, me get up from you when mi did fall for u) |
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Cuz if you never spilled then you woulda gone sour anyway |
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No loss felt |
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I bet you think that my fa'ade woulda crack |
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You're spilled milk |
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I bet you think I woulda welcome you back |
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No loss felt |
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I bet you think dat was de end for me (you're spilled milk) |
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But I find a betta wood if I did pull up a tree |
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(Spilled milk) |
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I bet you think you woulda still have me weak (spilled milk) |
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Like u nah know how much man outta street |
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You come ready fi me oil ah noint u |
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Well me sorry fi disappoint u |
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You got some nerve |
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Showing up, acting concerned now |
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Forgettin' I'm the bridge you burnt down just as you gotta cross (can't believe you woulda do dat) |
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You got some nerve! |
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Thinking I'm all about you |
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Swearing I'd be lost without you |
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But it was your loss! |
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Guess what |
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I'm not even angry anymore |
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I mopped some bigger messes than you up off of my floor |
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You're just another chore! |
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You're spilled milk |
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No use sitting crying over you |
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(No, me nah cry for u, no me nah bawl for you noo) |
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It's only natural that a rogue would do what a rogue would do |
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(No, me nah beg for you and me nah call for you noo) |
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And besides goodbye there's really nothing left to say |
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( No, me get up from you when mi did fall for u) |
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Cuz if you never spilled then you woulda gone sour anyway |
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(No last slam for you, bare blue balls for you now) |
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No loss felt |
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I bet you think that my fa'ade woulda crack |
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You're spilled milk |
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I bet you think I woulda welcome you back |
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No loss felt |
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I bet you think dat was de end for me (you're spilled milk) |
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But I find a betta wood if I did pull up a tree |
|
(You're spilled milk) |
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I bet you think you woulda still have me weak |
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(Spilled milk) |
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Like u nah know how much man outta street |
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You come ready fi me oil ah noint u |
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Well me sorry fi disappoint u |
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I'm not even angry anymore |
|
I mopped some bigger messes that you up off of my floor |
|
You're just another chore! |
|
You're spilled milk |
|
No use sitting crying over you |
|
(No, me nah cry for u, no me nah bawl for you noo) |
|
It's only natural that a rogue will do what a rogue will do |
|
(No, me nah beg for you and me nah call for you noo) |
|
And besides goodbye there's really nothing left to say |
|
(No, me get up from you when mi did fall for u noo) |
|
Cuz if you hadn't spilled then you woulda gone sour anyway |
|
(No, last slam for you, bare blue balls for you now) |
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No loss felt |
|
You're spilled milk |
|
I bet you think that my fa'ade woulda crack |
|
You're spilled milk |
|
I bet you think I woulda welcome you back |
|
No loss felt |
|
I bet you think it was de end for me (you're spilled milk) |
|
But I find a betta wood if I did pull up a tree |
|
(you're spilled milk) |
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I bet you think you woulda still have me weak |
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Like u nah know how much man outta street |
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You come ready fi me oil ah noint u |
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Well me sorry fi disappoint u |
