| She stood patiently in front of the mirror waiting for class
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| Her lipstick kiss on the corner above the glass
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| She was a good student, self-conscious wannabe
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| Had to pay a thousand dollars to hear what she though of me
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| Her hair was an offshade of brown, holding it down
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| For a moment I thought she was just the finest in town
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| Had a Starbucks cup carried it with her when it’s empty
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| She’s lookin' for a refill and I woulda gave her plenty but
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| Why do we wait, do we wait, do we wait, do we wait for so long
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| Wait for so long
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| Feels like I’ve been waitin' and waitin' and waitin' just to be wrong
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| Just to be wrong
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| She said she’d call me on a Sunday
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| That was last Tuesday
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| It’s already Monday, I ain’t trynna two-way
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| I ain’t trynna two way
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| She said she’d call me on a Sunday
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| That was last Tuesday
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| It’s already Monday, I ain’t trynna two-way
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| I ain’t trynna two-way
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| So dawg what’s up man I’m more just a man in the middle
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| I ain’t cool, I ain’t hot but I’m definitely in the riddle
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| Cause these people try to figure me out there’s nothing to it
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| I’m real, about as real as these fake bitches can do it
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| What’s real? |
| What’s fake? |
| What’s life? |
| Smoke cigarettes
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| We all gonna die right, fuck it I’m kidding man
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| I never puffed cigs my flannel is what I’m rockin
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| I like self-conscious girls who trynna get the cock in
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| That’s most of em, said he was hot well now we toastin em
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| Look who just signed a deal so now we boastin' em
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| Maybe now I can come rockin' and get some bitches
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| Cause my game and my swag stepped up a couple switches
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| But I still look at the mirror and be like «Why God»
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| Even though they bump me on their iPod
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| I feel for the people who waiting until their time is right
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| Pray for the people who thinkin' they’ll never see the light
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| Why do we wait, do we wait, do we wait, do we wait for so long
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| Wait for so long
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| Feels like I’ve been waitin' and waitin' and waitin' just to be wrong
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| Just to be wrong
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| She said she’d call me on a Sunday
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| That was last Tuesday
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| It’s already Monday, I ain’t trynna two-way
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| I ain’t trynna two way
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| She said she’d call me on a Sunday
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| That was last Tuesday
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| It’s already Monday, I ain’t trynna two-way
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| I ain’t trynna two way
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| Yo, see I ain’t famous yet but someday you’ll take a shot for me
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| Some niggas took a shot at us and here you wanna part with me
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| Honestly really that experience kinda hardened me
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| Now it’s fuck love cause you tore my heart apart from me
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| Me and my niggas try not to be sentimental
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| We give away what is meaningless and treasure just a little
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| I learned a little riddle, a question of humanity
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| What’s life without a lie and what’s living without memories?
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| And I hope that you remember me
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| You were blind to my potential you could never see
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| And I can never leave, because you locked away my heart
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| You took my breath from the start but now I’m singin' in a better key
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| Forget about those yesterdays and focus on these better days
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| How come you can’t change what was said to me its over and its done
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| I was dumb to think you were the one, I was wrong
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| Why do we wait, do we wait, do we wait, do we wait for so long
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| Wait for so long
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| Feels like I’ve been waitin' and waitin' and waitin' just to be wrong
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| Just to be wrong
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| She said she’d call me on a Sunday
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| That was last Tuesday
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| It’s already Monday, I ain’t trynna two-way
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| I ain’t trynna two way
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| She said she’d call me on a Sunday
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| That was last Tuesday
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| It’s already Monday, I ain’t trynna two-way
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| I ain’t trynna two way |