| The first time I met my wife was on a Wednesday night
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| Making party in a German bar
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| Murs was there, the rap-off at the Gasthof
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| Check it out, true story
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| I got something on my mind, can I leave it with you?
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| I’m still feeling you and all the things that you do
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| Remember Wednesday nights in that basement bar
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| You never that that hip hop would take it this far (sorry)
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| Hellbound we must have drowned in a bottle of some rusty brown
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| Running town to town like shut 'em down
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| Shut 'em, shut 'em, what?
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| When the buzz wore off you still stuck around
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| And when I think of all the lines we stepped
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| And the tolerance required to forgive and forget
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| When I reflect on the boundaries and limits we set
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| I recognize neither one of us is innocent
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| Look I’m just a song writer, I’m not a wrong righter
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| But I’m alive and I’m proof
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| Survival ain’t exclusive to the strong
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| We all tryna keep it calm
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| So this goes to anyone who sings along
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| Come on, I never said I’m the best
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| I can’t watch my step when I’m watching you step
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| But baby I’mma do my best
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| You got me under your spell like I was under arrest
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| And I ain’t never said I’m the best
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| No special effects, I wanna touch you flesh
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| But baby I’mma do my best
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| Love connection, love, respect
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| I never said I’m the best
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| You can check for better, but don’t hold your breath
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| But baby I’mma do my best
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| We were both impressed, it felt so correct
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| And I ain’t never said I’m the best
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| Sometimes I forget but I know I’m blessed
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| But baby I’mma do my…
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| From the first time that we met, you’re my best
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| She made me wait a couple months for some sex
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| Murs wasn’t there
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| Echo, echo, echo, echo
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| Delay, delay, delay, delay
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| She made love to a switchblade
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| Then stayed over night for a whole decade
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| That safety net doesn’t mean that your nest is safe
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| Well played, but still called a checkmate
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| He made love to a rosebush
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| Drew a crowd, all of y’all can look but don’t push
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| It’s a thin line between crime and justice
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| First you gotta find us, then you can judge us
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| Outlaws, we far from flawless
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| We guilty of whatever the accomplice accomplished
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| And if the cops drop all of the charges
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| We’ll be out all the mall with identical outfits
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| Like a couple of fly motherfuckers
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| We married so we don’t testify against each other
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| 'Til they name a holiday after Marvin Gaye
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| That’s all I’ve got to say, you can stop the tape
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| We know what it’s about
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| Or maybe we’re still tryna figure it out
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| Or maybe it doesn’t matter, we couldn’t care a lesser amount
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| We know what it’s about
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| Or maybe we’re still tryna figure it out
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| Or maybe it doesn’t matter, we couldn’t care a lesser amount |