| We fight every night now that’s not kosher
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| I reminisce with bliss of when we was closer
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| And wake up to be greeted by an argument again
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| You act like you’re ten
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| So immature I try to concentrate on a cure
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| And keep lookin' at the front door
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| Thinkin' if I were to evacuate
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| You’d probably be straighter than straight
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| And wouldn’t have so much hate
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| 'Cause you don’t know the pain I feel when I see you smilin'
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| And when I roll up you start wilin'
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| So I front like everything’s hunky-dory
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| But it’s a whole different story
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| You don’t like the fact that I’m me I don’t put on a show
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| When it comes time for you to have company
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| And your friends don’t understand your choice of man
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| They speak proper while my speech is from a gargabe can
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| But regardless, you shouldn’t have to be so raw
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| I’m lookin' at the front door
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| I’m lookin' at the front door
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| Baby, I’m lookin' at the front door
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| I’m lookin' at the front door
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| And when you’re with your friends, I glide to the side
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| Until the spotlight is mine and never sabotage a good time
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| But when they’re not around, the fights commence
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| I’m the one you’re against and it doesn’t make sense
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| 'Cause I’m the one that you claim to love for life
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| But all I get is gray hairs and strife
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| And I can play some ole stuck-up rapper role
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| And get foul every time you lose control
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| But that’s not my order of operations
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| So I should win an award for lots of patience
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| 'Cause that’s all a fella can have
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| With a girl who’s shootin' up his world like Shaft
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| And I don’t think that I can take it anymore
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| I’m lookin' at the front door
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| My friends always tell me how I’m lucky to possess
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| The best looking girl in the whole U.S.
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| But every time you scream, you blow your finesse
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| Tryin' to dis the Profess-
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| Or twenty-four hours of acting sore
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| Sometimes I wish you’d come down with lockjaw
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| So I don’t have to take in the breakin'
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| You treat me like a burnt piece of bacon
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| It seems like just two years
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| Back when we were bonded and not pierced
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| But now I keep itchin' to jet
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| Sitting' in the chair just to stare, set to sprint
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| Yo, sweetheart, you better take a hint
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| I say it now like I said it before
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| I’m lookin' at the front door |