| Finally made it out the slums
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| Finally got into some Gucci’s, no more One’s
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| Got the girl they say was outta my league
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| Me and Diamond in a highrise condominium, we out of them streets
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| Now that he cool, wanna say he switchin' them lanes
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| Pushin' a Range Rover
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| All in the strip club, throwin' tips up
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| I be trickin' some change on her
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| But I don’t be playin' no games
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| I got a lady back home who be doin' the most when I come in too late
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| So I get the number and skate
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| See, my girl like to argue
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| And tell me what I don’t do
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| All she do is accuse
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| Love turned to fuck you’s
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| And me sleepin' in the guest room
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| And I guess that’s why I called you
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| Thank you for listenin'
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| To me moanin' and bitchin' about my girlfriend
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| And helpin' me to see it could be different
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| It’s refreshin' to meet someone with vision
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| Am I trippin'?
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| Oh, what a feeling
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| Oh, what a feeling
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| What am I feeling?
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| I don’t know what I’m feeling
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| (Don't stop this feeling)
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| My friend say I should cut you
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| And it’s only a matter of time before I break down and I fuck her
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| You say you respect my relationship and I trust you
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| But I met you in the strip club, so I must admit that I lust you
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| But it ain’t gotta be nothin'
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| All this attraction don’t mean nothin'
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| You’re just someone I like to talk to
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| When I have problems, you help me work through them
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| Like my girl like to argue
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| And tell me what I don’t do
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| All she do is accuse
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| Love turned to fuck you’s
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| And me sleepin' in the guest room
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| Girl, I guess that’s why I called you
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| Thank you for listenin'
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| To me moanin' and bitchin' about my girlfriend
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| And helpin' me to see it could be different
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| It’s refreshin' to meet someone with vision
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| Am I trippin'?
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| Oh, what a feeling
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| Oh, what a feeling
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| What am I feeling?
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| I don’t know what I’m feeling
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| (Don't stop this feeling) |