| It’s just the thug in me…
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| Don’t stop, don’t stop the love
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| It’s just the thug in me…
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| Don’t stop, don’t stop the love
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| (*Don't stop ever, love…*)
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| Please, I’m just a man, survivin, doin what I can do when I can
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| I try to move in silence, like to keep it cool as a fan
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| I try to stay humble, chillin, real, down-to-earth's how I am
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| But then this business get to pullin me under (pullin me under)
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| Its makin me so crazy, should I leave it I wonder? |
| (I wonder)
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| I probably should before it kills me, I know, but
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| My passions won’t unleash and release me, I’m so stuck (I'm so stuck)
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| Forgive me lord, but now I’m tryna to get right for the cause
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| Don’t wanna be standin on that other side of the wall, no, not at all
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| So please forgive us, because we know we in the last days
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| We’s a witness, witness… so don’t stop, don’t stop (*ever lovin me…*)
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| Don’t stop, don’t stop the love
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| It’s just the thug in me…
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| Don’t stop, don’t stop the love
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| It’s just the thug in me…
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| Don’t stop, don’t stop the love
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| (*Don't stop ever, love…*)
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| I know I ain’t livin right, and gettin it right is part of my plan
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| But I been in the streets so long, I think a thug is all that I am
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| And I’m gonna get it together, cause anybody knows that I can
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| I can, yes I can, can… yes I can, I wanna grab my life before it’s all gone…
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| When I look at it, ain’t did too much, so much of it blown, gone…
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| Gotta do what’s right with what I got now
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| But it ain’t more than what’s comin in right now
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| And now I’m left with choices (choices…)
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| You can do right (right), or you can do wrong (wrong)
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| Won’t get so nice right now, but we can hold on
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| But until that day comes, just keep (*ever lovin me*)
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| Don’t stop, don’t stop the love
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| It’s just the thug in me…
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| Don’t stop, don’t stop the love
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| It’s just the thug in me…
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| Don’t stop, don’t stop the love
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| (*Don't stop ever love…*)
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| Now I’ve been high, so kind of obnoxious, miss you walkin around in my boxers
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| Miss you kickin it like soccer, other couples tryin to mock us, hold on…
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| Holdin hands was never in my plans, and then you came along
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| And made me your man, I must stand on my own two…
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| Can’t understand what we goin through — this for me? |
| Naw, this for you…
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| But you was the one I shoulda really kept it realler with
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| But I fucked up and this is real as a killer get
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| And when we split, I was like a lost puppy
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| Had to man up, and stand up, so the next one could love me…
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| But until then, you know I’m gon ride, with the Glock cocked, keep it copped
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| I hope it don’t stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop… (*ever lovin me*)
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| Don’t stop, don’t stop the love
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| It’s just the thug in me…
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| Don’t stop, don’t stop the love
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| It’s just the thug in me…
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| Don’t stop, don’t stop the love
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| (*Don't stop ever love…*) |