| You don’t say it enough
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| I’m prolly jaded from love
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| Never patient enough
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| Complications and stuff
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| How you so below when I’m ass above
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| It won’t ever be this easy, didn’t say it was
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| And the coach gettin' mad, he like, «Shannon, you don’t play enough»
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| Maybe I’m not paid enough, rather go and lay it up
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| Everything around me overrated as fuck
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| One door opens and another stays shut
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| Last time you tried it, you just played your luck
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| I’ma go robotic with this, aqualung
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| Chewed up and spit out, Hubba Bubba gum
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| I just got two guns, call 'em dumb and very dumb
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| Fuck it, I might beat 'em up
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| Tracer rounds hit him, make him crump
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| Go and get a clue, bitch, I’m Profssor Plum
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| Burn the team jersy, yeah, I love to hunt
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| You can be the moon and I’ll be the sun
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| You can be the moon and I’ll be the sun
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| You can be the moon and I’ll be the sun
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| You can be the moon and I’ll be the sun
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| You can be the moon and I’ll be the sun
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| You can be the moon and I’ll be the sun, yeah, yeah |