| I lost her, I face it, I lost her
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| One day she’ll come back but
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| I lost her, I lost her, I lost her
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| One day she’ll come back, but
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| I lost her
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| I sit and wonder how would it have been
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| If I would’ve kept my girl in my life?
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| But, I threw it off
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| Trying to be the boss, slang and floss
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| I got tossed like a Nina Ross
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| I was tripping
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| Now I’m thugged out, G’d up, we clip-in
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| Hustling, shot-calling, not falling, big balling
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| And I’m deep in the game, ain’t nothing changed
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| It just got rearranged, I be like «Man…
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| How long can I grind?
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| How long can I shine?
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| How long will time be on my side to ride, as I glide?»
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| And I be like, man I bumped it off
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| I wish I would’ve been more real to her, mane
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| But I throwed it off, now I’m just movin' in this thang
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| Riding through, contemplating the days of my past
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| Waiting to get somebody straight, ready to blast
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| Hustling, tussling, rustling
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| Never will a G be struggling
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| Shrugging, loving
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| The memories of when we were hugging
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| Though I lost her
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| One day she’ll come back, but I lost her
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| One day she’ll come back, but I lost her
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| Yeah, one day she’ll come back, but I lost her
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| I lost her
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| I lost her
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| I lost her
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| I lost her |