| I really thought we could’ve worked it out
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| Even gave us the benefit of doubt
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| But we couldn’t stop playing around
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| Didn’t understand, but I do now
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| Sometimes I wish that we could get it back
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| Because everyone deserves a second chance
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| But we can never go back like that
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| It’s a shame how our good thing turned so bad
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| Too bad, baby
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| So sad
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| Look at all that we could’ve had
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| Just too bad
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| Yo, baby
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| Let me rescue you from the residue
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| I don’t know what the rest’ll do
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| But this is what the best’ll do
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| Take you to a better view
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| Do things we never do
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| Pleasure you, treasure you
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| Don’t skimp and measure you, girl
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| And they scrutinize cause you get the coupe to drive
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| But you caught me cheating and in stupid lies
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| Yeah we argued a little -- no need to pout, mama
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| I changed, I ain’t about drama -- Scout’s honor!
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| And you forgave me; |
| that’s why I behaved, b
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| You don’t have to bathe me to love that you gave me, it’s gravy
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| Grade me -- would I get a A, B?
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| Maybe you my lady, but you my baby
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| Yeah we made love; |
| man, I wish I ain’t acknowledge ya
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| (Wish you ain’t acknowledge me?) Wish I ain’t acknowledge ya
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| Acting like drugs -- if I do, I would have bottled ya
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| Bitter on Twitter, following my followers
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| And I don’t like a follower, uh
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| I heard enough complaining
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| You getting chilly, I’mma let it burn, Usher Raymond
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| That’s where game was served, let me explain my words
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| You like a app in my iPhone, a angry bird
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| Screaming Cam name cause I do the damn thing
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| Forget a low down dirty, it’s a damn shame
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| Cause you a thug cutie, Louis, snug booty
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| Ooh-wee, but the attitude on Judge Judy |