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I don't know if, you know this |
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But beautiful things don't need attention |
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All that posting, bossin' |
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You voguein', I notice |
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You'll do anything to get a mention |
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You fakin', already know you fakin' |
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Men wanna bring a model home |
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They got no interior just decorations |
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(Tell me why you want that?) |
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You way too empty to be beautiful |
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That's why these men they makin' new to you |
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To the bait you used to fish you catch |
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Is you that? Are you an ornament? |
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Goin' back to the basement when he said, \"Enough\" |
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A trophy on the wall again |
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Don't wanna be lonely, but on this arm again |
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But he's still raisin' up his arm again |
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That's why I'm callin' him, because it all came in |
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She remembers life as prom queen |
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Dating the captain of the team |
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She continues, the star of the venue |
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She know life don't sell you dreams |
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But people do, but people do |
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But you gotta find your way |
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But people do |
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But you gotta find your way |
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Look to small, too short, too tall |
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Not big enough, thick enough |
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Pen to the fall, they'll change it all |
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Everything before was wrong |
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Girl, you can keep her |
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Just leave it all |
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Look, you'll be fine |
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Spend your life tryna be a ten |
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When that ten ain't worth a dime |
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They can teach you to catch his eye |
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I'ma teach you to catch his heart |
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Cause if you catch his heart you will always have his eye |
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But you'll always be a bride |
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You will always be desired |
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You're a masterpiece |
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Not a piece to be mastered, your master |
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You will not decide your the Master's piece |
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That makes you flawless, flawless |
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Regardless, you're a loved woman |
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Who taught you to hate your skin? |
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Who taught you to hate your lips? |
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Who taught you, huh? |
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Who saw you and made you live? |
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Who sought you and made you His? |
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You got it |
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If don't nobody else tell you |
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You got it, you got it, you got it |
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If don't nobody else tell you |
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(You gotta find your way) |
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If don't nobody else tell you |
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It's all a dream |
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See, never put God after another man |
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Or another man will become your God and God will be another man |
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Think like a woman, act like a woman that's beautiful |
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You're our Eve not because you're connected to Adam's holiday Your fantasy of being noticed is already a reality |
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Wake up |