| Yeah, baby, how you, now what you wanna do
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| Instead of working these ways, I should of been loving
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| Creepin' off, type of ways, I should of been true to you
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| Huggin' and rubbin', or comin' home just to talk to you
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| Play some chest, in the rest, so make love to you
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| So what cha, what cha, what cha, wanna do?
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| I seen my life flashin' my face in, my present, future and memories
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| Memoirs of a czar, to caught sars, from dreams in the stars
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| Melodies over the precious bars
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| The beat and you together, are like matrimony
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| Cuz when I hear it or see you, I be the one and only
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| Why me, then why you, the simple kind
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| Of things, like my favorite color is blue
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| It can’t be planted in me, backwards and forwards with me
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| Out of this planet with me
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| If I had to I would, I lock you up in the chamber with me
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| I, I wanna love you baby, love you baby
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| I, I wanna feel your body, up and down
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| Up inside me
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| It’s like breafast in bed for the first time
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| That’s right, sometimes I wish I lived my life in rewind
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| Steady going through the motions, yeah, of every emotion
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| Transpire, smooth as my outfit
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| Mondays is paisley, wednesday is vaguely arguile
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| Saturdays, fit with the charming smile
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| So won’t you meet me at the el flamingo
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| Forget about the Christ' jingles, we sip mohitos
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| The feelings are high for you, they tri-lingual
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| African drums, Russian hip hop, and disco
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| It only takin' three moves, you all up in my zone
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| Like tic — tac — and toe
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| Yo, it’s so easy, cuz these other cats is jah-so-bro's
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| So let’s pain an oasis
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| From the clouds, up to the constellations, to be our basement
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| Beats run home, hot tub in the living room
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| No space for satisfaction, well I’mma make room
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| Pawns hittin' the tomb, horns blowin' to the moon
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| If I could taste you on the platter, I wanna be spoon fed
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| No condiments, and no sauce, forget the bread
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| 12 o’clock, in the morning, as I start the yawnin'
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| I feel your body calling, ready for the installment
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| Like the flower you are, open up, I drop my pollen in
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| We interwine like knowledge, all up in my rhyme again |