| Baby, I know your fillin me but hold-up,
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| you movin kinda fast, you gonna have to slow your roll-up,
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| you so drunk, she said I had a bit to sip but so what, not so what,
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| not that you was tippin that Patrone up, with no cup,
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| I watched her take the bottle to the head,
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| caught the adios and now your tryin to vamonos instead,
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| its got ya body goin tryin to hop in someone’s bed,
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| and you fire but I’m fighting off the thoughts that’s in my head,
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| yeah baby I’m only human, I’ve got some-more improvements, to doin,
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| to tell the truth shorty who knows where you been,
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| Or I been, the average cat would think if I hit, I win,
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| but I’m a Christian so it gets to me when-ever I sin,
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| plus you goin regret it, I know you want it
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| but I’m sure it’s the Patrone that said it, I know how gone ya head is,
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| and plus I hate to take advantage of ya mind state, even if we did end up at my
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| place…
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| What about tomorrow,
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| when you wake-up and you have no-one to love you,
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| when that Patrone is out cha system,
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| and you feel so… what about tomorrow,
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| when I wake up and I realize what I’ve done,
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| who wins, there’s no win, no win…
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| Na, na, na, now she callin me a square,
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| guess she like me better if I knock her down and leave her there,
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| but that ain’t me, and I ain’t him, and me no care she think I’m scared,
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| for I jump in Satan’s circle I much rather be a square,
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| she swear up and down that she sober,
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| and she is not affected by the Crown in her cola,
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| she Folger, she so up, tore down, tore up,
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| and I can easily take her down and get over,
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| but I’m bound by Jehovah, to hold her, close-n-entertain her,
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| and keep her with me so she don’t go roll-up on some stranga,
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| and offer up her body, and they’ll say I’m a hatea,
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| but had it been they sista, then they’d be like thanks bro,
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| see I don’t mind the hatred, long as my God is saying he proud of how I played
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| it,
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| servin’s my occupation, so, how could I do it clear consciously,
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| knowing she ain’t in the state of mind to think…
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| What about tomorrow,
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| when you wake-up and you have no-one to love you,
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| when that Patrone is out cha system, and you feel so… what about tomorrow,
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| when I wake up and I realize what I’ve done, who wins, there’s no win, no win |