| Yeah, girl
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| You so goddamn fine
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| I’ll take you—I'll take you to Red Lobster, you know what I’m saying?
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| And I’ll pay
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| You ain’t even got to—You ain’t even got to go half with me on the check
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| I—I just got my stamps in, you know what I’m saying?
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| I’ll send that EBT card straight to 'em
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| No charge
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| You know what I’m saying? |
| So, if you—
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| You see me, you got something to tell me
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| Then, you know…
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| If you love me, let me know
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| 'Cause I could be your homie, both ain’t got no place to go
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| But together, you know that old saying 'bout a bird and a feather
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| I just hope we last forever, we could run away forever
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| Our broken pieces, they fit together
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| And when you smile, you change the weather
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| And I ain’t seen the sun in a while
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| But I can feel it on my skin when you touch me
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| That’s love; |
| and you an angel from above
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| And I’m on angel dust, thinking you the one
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| I can feel it in my blood, cut it, let it run
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| Catch a dove, clip its wings, watch this broken thing fly
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| Young love we feel inside, secrets kept by you and I
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| Are locked away for us to keep, and I don’t sleep
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| But I know that I’ma dream and see you every night
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| The subconscious of my mind
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| Still drowning in the ocean of your eyes
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| And the amber of your hair, but I’m really not there
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| And you still not here, I wish I was more aware
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| I wish God could fucking hear me a little more clearly
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| 'Cause I’m getting sick of screaming, waiting on a savior
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| I don’t need no one to save me, I thought you sent an angel
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| But all I see is demons, don’t you hear me praying?
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| Look, I’m sorry for my anger, but You the one who made me
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| And threw me in the desert, I’m just praying for a change in the—
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| Weather, nothing major, I’d settle
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| For a blizzard or a breeze just a break from the heat
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| It’s all oasis just for me, turned to sand in my hands
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| Staring through the looking glass, I see through deceit
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| All the holes you left in me, just expect my ship to sink
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| Anyway, either way, I pray my coffin lined in mink
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| I pray my dreams be made of silk and my love be made of gold
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| She took it all from me, but she ain’t rob me of my soul
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| I got these women in my phone for the lonely in my bones
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| And even when they cum, I still feel alone
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| I still feel alone |