| Got it bad, I gotta go
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| I’m tryna make it out the South, I think she know
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| She got me all up in her sights, I gotta go
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| She told me, «Baby boy, you mine and mine alone»
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| I gotta, I gotta
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| Passin' notes in honors lit
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| She heard about my latest split
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| Told me, «Come on»
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| Feelin' on me in the truck
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| She said she really tryna fuck
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| But not til prom
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| Now the date getting closer
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| Full metal jacket for my soldier
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| Like Saigon
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| My nigga said she was crazy
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| I said she wasn’t
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| I was wrong
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| So wrong, yeah
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| Got it bad, I gotta go
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| I’m tryna make it out the South, I think she know
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| She got me all up in her sights, I gotta go
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| She told me, «Baby boy, you mine and mine alone»
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| I gotta, I gotta
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| Lines got blurred
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| I swore that we could make it work
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| I really tried (Tried, tried, tried)
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| Now she callin' on my phone
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| Asking me if I was home
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| I had to lie (Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie)
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| That’s when I heard a crash
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| Broken window, broken glass
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| And then she replied, yeah
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| «Boy, don’t you know that I’m crazy
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| There ain’t nowhere that you can hide»
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| Can’t hide, no
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| You can’t hide, no
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| You can’t hide, no, no, no
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| You can’t hide, no
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| You can’t hide, no
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| You can’t hide, no, no, no
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| Got it bad, I gotta go
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| I’m tryna make it out the South, I know she know
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| She got me all up in her sights, I gotta go
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| I think this bitch might be outside, I gotta go
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| I gotta, I gotta
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| (Ladies and gentlemen)
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| (It seems we are now crossing a zone of turbulence)
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| (Please remain alert and keep your headphones fastened)
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| (Thank you)
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| Summer day
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| Summer day
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| Summer day
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| Summer day
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| Summer day
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| Summer day |