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[Hook: QuEst] |
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Uh, Here we go |
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You and I |
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Destination, who decides? |
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Take off, crash land |
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I don't wanna lose tonight |
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Take a chance, Let it go |
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Will we make it? Never know |
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I'm so glad I kept you, could have left you |
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Let's make room to grow |
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[Verse 1: QuEst] |
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Uh, lookin' at you lookin' back at me |
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I'd love to hear what your story is |
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If you think you straight |
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I got *******t to do, but those things could wait |
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And I'm prone to say, that we'll take it slow |
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But that's bull*******t (Bull*******t) |
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I've been here |
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Boy fall hard for the trust |
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So all you gotta do is make it feel sincere |
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But that's past tense, we're gettin' past it |
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Lust demons, pray to God I don't take action |
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Maintainin' con-ver-sation hard as ******* with these two distractions |
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Reppin' that 3-0-5, for the Southside |
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You got no time for no that bluff tip |
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With your fair shares, and your broken heart |
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There's no wonder why you don't trust *******t |
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You're like ******* this |
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Stole your heart and got away, you don't even see justice |
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Workin' hard at your at your dead-end job, for your aspirations, you must hit |
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Uh, But ******* all that preaching, them leggings is killing me softly(Killing me softly) |
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Dominican fetish forgive me this *******t can get costly |
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Summer done passed and it just turned Fall |
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Perfect excuse for these tall macchiatos' and new conversations that have been abroad |
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I pull up in a 1993 Toyota Camry, with thirty dollars in my car |
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Usin' half of that, just to make it out of Biscayne Boulevard |
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[Hook 2: QuEst] |
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And I want you |
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More then you will ever know |
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When it's alright |
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Just promise me you'll never go |
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No no |
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Ooh girl, I just wanna let you know |
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No no |
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Ooh girl, I just wanna let you know |
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[Verse 2: QuEst] |
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Uh, holiday season |
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Never had time for the weeks, so we meet up on the weekends |
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*******t is lookin' shallow on the surface |
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But feelings get real when you get caught up in the deep end |
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Sittin' in your car, all we listen to is Nas late nights |
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We don't even have a reason |
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Too afraid to ask if you leavin' |
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I know you got work in the mornin', I don't wanna keep you out late |
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This love *******t feelin' like an outbreak |
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Plus I keep staring everywhere, swear to god those lips look sweeter than a poundcake |
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But I digress |
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More talk about this and that |
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Past relation*******ps and no strings attached |
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If you into that, clearly it's something deeper |
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It don't even makes sense to act like it's anything less |
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Mentally driving away all the stress |
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So many thoughts on my plate, I got too much at stake |
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But you make me forget it, confess |
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I just got through with my ex |
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Skeptical about movin' on but *******t I'm so impressed |
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That a ******* willing to invest |
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Any and everything in you |
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Now shall we continue? And if so |
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Just let a ******* know what he in for |
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Keep it real with me baby, even if it hurts |
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Never wanna be the ******* frettin'; outta limbo |
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Real though, but at least I told you from the start |
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Play no ******* games with my heart |
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So much faith in us together, I hate to see us apart |
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[Hook 2: QuEst] |
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[Hook 1: QuEst] |
