| I can still feel her from distances and miles away
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| Galaxies, and dimensions and cosmic aspirations
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| Are you ready? |
| C’mon
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| So she wants to make me pay
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| I am expected to lead the way
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| Baby, I’m on the case
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| Respect me and clean my slate
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| Save face and watch what you say
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| You the thing like I watched you play
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| Covered it up like smoke
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| Now that I’m back, you can get all your dough
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| Do the words still haunt you?
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| Can you secure its claim?
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| Bottled up like smoke floating over flames
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| Babe, so you expect me to endure your pain?
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| I can’t wait to, oh, forgive me, okay
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| I’m gon' bottle it up like smoke
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| Can you endure this flame?
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| Say, «I have no conscience, I’m all about game»
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| And I say, «That's shallow, and you won’t change»
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| And those words hurt me in the exchange
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| So I splurge and send my tears away
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| Do the words still haunt you?
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| Can you secure its claim?
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| Bottled up like smoke floating over flames
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| Do the words still haunt you?
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| Can you secure its claim?
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| Bottled up like smoke floating over flames
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| You talk about the women that I’m running with
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| And why you even care about the women that I’m running with?
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| The funny thing is I can’t remember
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| When you was the only woman that was running it
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| Coming here and talking that gutter shit
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| The money was good then it was good with the covenant
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| The money got low and you rolled for the what of it
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| The better you test when I’m broke with no lovin'
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| And I’m floating over the flames and maintain my thuggishness
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| Ready for the world, steady my palms and pearl
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| And the pearl of the man from sayin it’s my girl
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| Twirl the baton my God cause I twerk
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| Gonna get it gotta get it and thats when I hurl
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| The word that I’ll honor forever is that I love the bitch
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| Excuse me, let me dig it on that dime down and say excuse miss
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| Excuse me, let me dig it on that dime down and say excuse miss
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| Do the words still haunt you?
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| Can you secure its claim?
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| Bottled up like smoke floating over flames
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| Say «I have no conscience, I’m all about game»
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| And I say «Thats shallow, and you won’t change»
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| And those words hurt me in the exchange
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| So I splurge and send my tears away
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| Do the words still haunt you?
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| Can you secure its claim?
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| Bottled up like smoke floating over flames
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| Do the words still haunt you?
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| Can you secure its claim?
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| Bottled up like smoke floating over flames |