| Uh, you used to love, put me under spell
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| Head over head, board over heels, huh, mad real
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| Bragged about you like Chanté when she had a man
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| Stretch me in positions, had me feelin' like a rubber band
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| Sound waves shut down the ceilin' fan
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| Let me peel my petals back, it exposed who I am, damn
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| Any instant fell victim to a higher plan
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| Lifted off the ashes, vivid thoughts and patterns
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| Rare, lost, out of orbit, stumble
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| Fall up in the upcourt
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| God paintin' a portrait of us holdin' hands
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| Profound thought for mortal man
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| Before Polaroid or Instagram
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| I prayed that y’all had a
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| Used to touch and make me rain over Lovers' Rock
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| Public path, wouldn’t stop and care for the lovers' watch
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| Under covers, explored my dark
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| I won the war of your heart
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| Call me the black Joan of Arc
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| back arch, throwin' darts
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| Used to throw it back till you called the cops
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| You used to love me
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| (Oh, I’m fallin') Uh, in love for you
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| (Oh, I’m fallin')
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| (Used to love me) Fallin' (Yeah)
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| (You used to love me)
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| (You said you loved me) (Yeah) Falling, uh
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| (Said I’m falling) Uh
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| (Catch me) (Yeah)
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| Uh, I used to daydream of wedding bells
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| Wanted you and no one else
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| Lost in your happy, high as hell
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| Used to pray we hit the numbers and be livin' well
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| Now you play shit and reduce me to my lowest self
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| Releasin' stress via Duracell
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| Why you sleepin' on the sofa ready to your mail?
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| Used to jump to make love in the afternoon
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| Now I got a attitude, try to keep the conversation casual
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| Uh, ask me the time, swear to God I lose my mind
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| Start breakin' them shit from '89, plus I pantomime, uh
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| See me outside, house cold, in slippers, livid
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| Callin' you all types of niggas, pray nobody upload
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| A picture, 'nother lovers' feud, of course I’m blamin' you
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| Was your empress, baby, boo, now I’m female dogs and guarded too
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| So that fake sister with that whack shit
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| Imagine myself with that other dude
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| Brother intense, better cock, better politics
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| A bigger dictionary on that bookshelf you can’t fuck with, uh
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| A damn shame, and peep how time changed
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| Used to claim it was made to make this love thing famous
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| Now we crazy deranged and, Lord, no home trainin'
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| War with more adrenaline than Power Rangers
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| Yes, I at another time
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| Writin' yet another rhyme, competin' with Neruda for the saddest line
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| You used to love me
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| We used to
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| You used to love me
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| Huh, in and out of love, fallin'
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| (I'm fallin') (Yeah)
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| (You use to love me)
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| (Catch me)
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| (You used to love me) (Oh I’m, fallin')
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| (Oh I’m, fallin')
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| (Love me)
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| (Oh I’m, fallin') (Said I’m fallin', fallin', fallin' oh)
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| You used to love me
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| (Oh I’m, fallin', oh I’m, fallin')
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| (Oh I’m, fallin') |