| You gotta be kidding my darling
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| How could you say that I don’t love you
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| Cause it’s just me 'n you in this broken down apartment
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| And this bottle of tequila for two
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| And for every problem that you got
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| We gon' do another shot
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| Throw it all back up if we have to
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| Don’t you worry about nothing my darling
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| You know that I’ll always love you, love you, love you
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| Tell me how we even got this far
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| How the fuck do we even get this way
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| Cinderella’s Louboutin fell off
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| She better pick it up before I walk away
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| On and off you say through with it
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| Girl sit your ass down
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| We gon' do this shit
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| You say ya one thing but you mean another
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| Imma start to think that you a lunatic
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| That contour and that highlighter on fleek
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| You so fine
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| Better put some on your forehead
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| And just make up your mind
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| So fucking keeping it 100
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| This shit 99, 98
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| Cause no matter you gon' always add your last two cents
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| It’s not up for debate
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| No way, Jose
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| You gotta be kidding my darling
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| How could you say that I don’t love you
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| Cause it’s just me 'n you in this broken down apartment
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| And this bottle of tequila for two
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| And for every problem that you got
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| We gon' do another shot
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| Throw it all back up if we have to
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| Don’t you worry about nothing my darling
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| You know that I’ll always love you, love you, love you
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| I hate when you say you gon' make things right
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| I hate when you take everything I say light
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| That’s the very thing that’s gonna make us fight
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| And you probably got a list full of solutions, right?
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| Yeah, that’s what you’d say to me
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| Like everyday it’d be
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| The same shit over and over again
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| Until I’m out of patience
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| See I sound insane
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| And I’d do it all again in a heartbeat prolly
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| Until I’m in a carbon copy
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| Of a Bob Marley coffin
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| Being towed by a Harley
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| So just park and drop
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| My sarcophagus off in the cemetery
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| Just make sure you lay my shit right next to my fucking darling
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| We always said the death of us would be
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| The fussing and arguing like we’re in Parliament
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| But at least we kept the promise right?
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| Aye, and til death do us part right?
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| Aye, and at least do it part right
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| But if you hurt my baby
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| Better pray to God cause it’s on sight
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| But mine’s in its own state
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| So fuck 100 keep it 99, 98
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| Cause no matter what you’ll always have your last two cents
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| It’s not up for debate, no way
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| You gotta be kidding my darling
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| How could you say that I don’t love you
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| Cause it’s just me 'n you in this broken down apartment
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| And this bottle of tequila for two
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| And for every problem that you got
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| We gon' do another shot
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| Throw it all back up if we have to
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| Don’t you worry about nothing my darling
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| You know that I’ll always love you, love you, love you |