| Just when I think that I’ve forgot you
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| I hear that thug that we used to rock to Just When I think I’m gettin’on without you
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| Somebody Passed and asked me about you
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| Was in the back of the cab the other day
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| Swear to God I saw you walking passed the other way
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| My heart rushed, my face flushed
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| Tell the driver hit the breaks slow the pace up Wait up, It wasn’t you
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| Realised it’s a mirage I was running to Damn, can the affects of Love and time
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| Cause the mind to trick the eye?
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| I wonder how you gettin’by
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| And all the stars still in your eyes
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| But you still just get the five
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| You break the bank to spend the time
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| I reminisce of shifting time, to when you was mine
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| Years ago, in a mist of hallways and sliding doors
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| Missing links of family very obscure
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| Vision of you shine
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| But only for a short time
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| My mistake I didn’t pick up on it till years down the
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| line
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| Here now as I (reminisce) reminisce, will I ever see
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| your face again?
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| (In-fect-ion)
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| Baby as I lay back (reminisce) will I ever see your
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| face again.
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| (In-fect-ion)
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| As I reminisce (fect-ion)
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| as I reminisce (In-fect-ion)
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| (Common)
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| Hold still (uh)
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| The devine has placed us In a small world (yes)
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| And thankfully so (Thank God)
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| Our paths cross once more
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| And to whose surprise but mine
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| Was 14th and 6th was the placed where we combine once
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| more
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| There at the front door of the cornor store you stood.
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| (reminisce)
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| I reminisce Infection
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| (In-fect-ion)
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| as I lay back (reminisce) will I ever see our face
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| again
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| (In-fect-ion)
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| As I reminisce (In-fect-ion)
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| As I reminisce (In-fect-ion)
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| A happy story always ends
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| As it starts
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| But with few exceptions involved
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| We became an item
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| (Me For You)
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| Me for you and
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| (You For Me)
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| You for me
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| (Through Good Times and Bad Times)
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| Good times
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| (Sickness And Health)
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| Sickness and health
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| (Broke ass and richness)
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| Broke ass, and richness, baby we made it work
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| Yes Sir
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| Yo I reminisce over this chick
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| Colder than a soda
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| Princess a soldier
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| Raised in Islamic culture
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| Sexy as the girl on the Jamaica poster
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| Men are over seas where there really don’t be no sistas
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| Brought her on stage as Bilal sang Soul Sista
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| In body parts the blood was thicker
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| Sweet only tryna make sure it ain’t the liquor
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| She was with a nigga come to find out
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| She and Sista backstage, conversation kissed her
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| Made me forget to remember that I pimp the dime
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| Put the pimpin’aside I see Kenya in her eye
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| Our connection lies in a life before
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| For us to meet again was devine law
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| So I can’t describe how deep I dug her
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| Now only in memory can I hug her
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| I reminisce y’all
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| Oh my God |