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Get you all impossibly dirty |
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Get you all impossibly dirty |
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Sounds like a love song |
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Sounds like a love song |
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The most incredible baby |
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Uhh, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm |
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Yeah, yeah, uhh |
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I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes |
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So I gotta make the song cry |
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I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes |
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So I gotta make the song cry |
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Good dudes, |
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I know you love me like cooked food |
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Even though a nigga gotta move like a crook move |
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We was together on the block since we lunch |
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We shoulda been together havin' 4 seasons brunch |
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We used to use umbrellas to face the bad weather |
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So now we travel first class to change the forecast |
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Never in bunches, just me and you |
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I loved your point of view 'cause you held no punches |
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Still I left you for months on end |
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It's been months since |
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I checked back in |
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Well, somewhere in a small town, somewhere lockin' a mall down |
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Woodgrain, four and change, armor all'd down |
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I can understand why you want a divorce now |
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Though I can't let you know it, pride won't let me show it |
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Pretend to be heroic, that's just one to grow with |
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But deep inside a nigga so sick |
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I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes |
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So I gotta make the song cry |
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I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes |
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So I gotta let the song cry |
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I can't see it comin' down my eyes |
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So I gotta make the song cry |
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I can't see it comin' down my eyes |
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So I gotta make the song cry |
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On repeat, the |
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CD of Big's, "Me and my bitch" |
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Watchin' Bonnie and |
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Clyde, pretendin' to be that shit |
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Empty gun in your hand sayin', "Let me see that clip" |
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Shoppin' sprees, pull out your visa quick |
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A nigga had very bad credit, you helped me lease that whip |
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You helped me get the keys to that |
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V dot 6We was so happy poor but when we got rich |
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That's when our signals got crossed, and we got flipped |
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Rather mine, |
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I don't know what made me leave that shit |
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Made me speed that quick, let me see, that's it |
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It was the cheese helped them bitches get amnesia quick |
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I used to cut up they buddies, now they sayin' they love me |
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Used to tell they friends |
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I was ugly and wouldn't touch me |
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Then I showed up in that dubbed out buggy |
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And then they got fussy and they don't remember that |
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And I don't remember you |
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I can't see it comin' down my eyes |
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So I gotta make the song cry |
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I can't see it comin' down my eyes |
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So I gotta make the song cry |
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Yeah, I seen 'em comin' down your eyes |
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But I gotta make the song cry |
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I can't see it comin' down my eyes |
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So I gotta make the song cry |
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A face of stone, was shocked on the other end of the phone |
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Word back home is that you had a special friend |
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So what was oh so special then? |
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You have given away without gettin' at me |
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That's your fault, how many times you forgiven me? |
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How was I to know that you was plain sick of me? |
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I know the way a nigga livin' was whack |
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But you don't get a nigga back like that |
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Shit I'm a man with pride, you don't do shit like that |
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You don't just pick up and leave and leave me sick like that |
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You don't throw away what we had, just like that |
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I was just fuckin' them girls, |
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I was gon' get right back |
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They say you can't turn a bad girl good |
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But once a good girl's goin' bad, she's gone forever |
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And more forever |
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Shit I gotta live with the fact |
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I did you wrong forever |
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I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes |
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So I gotta make the song cry |
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I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes |
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So I gotta let the song cry |
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I know, I seen 'em comin' down your eyes |
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But I gotta make the song cry |
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I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes |
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So I gotta make the song cry |
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It's fucked up girl |
