| Wise men couldn’t see it in their dreams
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| But up rose the poets from the speed cleans
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| And the weed fiends, speakings dissected
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| Deciphered by the undernourished purists
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| No longer is it a get over situation
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| What are you really saying? |
| (Do you think she’s listening?)
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| What are you really saying? |
| (Do you think she’s really listening?)
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| What are you really saying? |
| (Do you think she’s really listening?)
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| Do you think she’s listening?
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| If it makes you feel better, go head
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| Make me feel small
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| I know what you’re up to Baby, build your wall
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| You think you’ve seen it all?
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| And life has no surprises
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| Until you call out my name and return you get (silence)
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| She’s a high plains drifter, loner
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| Baby’s a rebel
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| Cool disposition getcha, shows you new level
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| Crazy, abrasive, enough to make me wanna taste
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| To figure out what makes it tick
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| So I can dig it out and break it Curiosity killed the cat
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| But liquor helped me build back all of the confidence dripped
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| Intrigued by the fact that she could fuck, shower and bounce out my house like
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| that
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| Left me sleeping with my doubts
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| Okay, wait I know her skeeze
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| Self-inspired detachment
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| Keeps her cold like a breeze
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| She needs a heated passion
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| Good bedroom stabbin'
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| Break your back kinda fun
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| Wild, buck, turn the beats up
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| I’m loud when I cum
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| And outta no where, she says, ?Word, I’ll go there?
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| ?Should we leave now, or do you want to stay a while?
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| She says, ?I don’t care?
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| Instant-ly my jacket is on and I’m a wreck
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| Gent with me, ?Baby where’d you park, let’s jet?
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| Yo, she’s the kind of girl that doesn’t want no relationship
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| But damn I think she’s kinda cool
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| But damn just be patient kid
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| Regular basis for sex for quite a while
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| Puppy chased his tail carded
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| Yo he wants the idol now
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| Never shoulda brought it like that
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| 'Cause now when I think about it and look back
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| I’ll never forget the way she laughed
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| When I asked if the only way I’ll ever get to see her is when she’s on her back
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| B-b-but the first time we fucked was shaken
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| Wow, Digital Underground style
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| No lies, no exaggeration
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| ?Glad to make your acquaintance
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| What’s your name again?
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| ?Molly?
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| ?Good golly Miss, here take my digits please call me?
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| She was cool like that
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| ?Yo how’d you get like that?
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| I’ve never had a date that gave me head like that?
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| And it was said like that
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| And she replied with a? |
| thank you?
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| ?Before you leave Molly, let me kiss that tattoo on your ankle?
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| And she was out, didn’t see her again for the week
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| No call
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| And when she see me, no attempt to speak
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| So like a good bitch I make the example
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| ?Baby, how you been?
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| Half an hour later we’re in a park, fucking like old friends
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| Turn on a dome light
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| To get my pants on right
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| ?Travel safe, see your ass around, have a good night? |
| (bye)
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| That’s it, no conversation, game playin’over some coffee
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| She’s out, moments after she pulled that body off me
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| I’m stressed, I’m stressed, I’m so confused
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| She doesn’t seem like the type that’s that loose
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| So maybe she does, realistically I don’t know her that well
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| But if you let me, I’d fondle that sexy ass to Hell and back
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| Tell her that (tell her that)
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| Yo, you think she’s really listening? |
| (x4)
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| If it makes you feel better, go head
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| And make me feel small
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| I know what you’re up to Baby, build your wall
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| You think you’ve seen it all?
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| And life has no surprises
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| 'Til you call out my name and return you get silence |