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(Verse 1) |
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I used to love her. |
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Fuck it, I still do. |
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Cuz love never die. |
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But it can kill you. |
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I pray to heaven sky that it never kill me. |
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It can get you real weak, but fuck it, I'm a lil G. |
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My baby girl thought I was fucking every little freak. |
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But darling, I was raised by a woman, that ain't the real me. |
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Still she managed to spill out a little me. |
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Watched the doctors wipe the blood from her little feet. |
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God damn, she resembles me. |
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She's my forgiveness for every sin and penalty living in me. |
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She should be living with me. |
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But what am I to do, when her mother disagree. |
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I do me. |
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But |
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(Chorus) |
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How can something so right, go so wrong (x 4) |
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(Verse 2) |
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I even took your hand. |
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And walked down the aisle. |
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It takes a strong man. |
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To do that young and wild. |
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Look at your wedding band. |
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That 17 thousand. |
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But still she took the stand. |
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Now I pay for my child. |
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And there comes divorce. |
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Mama I had to file. |
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And as sad as it sounds, Mama I'm happy now. |
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And my other girl got a new baby daddy now. |
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And retaliation hurts, she getting married now. |
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And when I lay down to sleep. |
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I feel like I have died, I can be carried out, and buried now. |
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But here me now. |
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I am here and now. |
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So appealing til I dissapear, but still it got me feeling like. |
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(Verse 3) |
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I'm in my early twenties. |
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And all the ladies dig me. |
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They like that baby face. |
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They like the baby in me. |
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That's why its Weezy Baby. |
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And please say the baby. |
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You know that nigga Baby. |
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Yea he done paid me crazy. |
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I won a few Source Awards, I haven't won an oscar. |
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So I don't know how to act like my sweet ain't sour. |
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So I run to my mama. |
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She let me smoke and fret bout' my drama, then give me power. |
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Imma go and use all my knowledge, and get acknowledged. |
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If the Pro Tools stop recording I'm still balling. |
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I know you probably don't care bout' where my heart is. |
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But just to let you know its where yours is. |
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