| It’s not a love song, it’s a real song
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| Uh
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| It’s Charles Hamilton
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| Blame me, right? |
| Shit
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| Well well, Here we are. |
| Another argument
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| Yeah I know. |
| It’s my fault. |
| I always start this shit
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| This some retarded shit. |
| Calling bitches yamps on my blog and shit
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| Why do I think that’s not the heart of it?
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| You have a problem with you, not me. |
| Cause you got me
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| I need you aqui. |
| I look at other women, and it’s you I see
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| I do not need to be abused by thee
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| You do shit for my attention. |
| It’s senseless
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| You’re mine period. |
| Check the end of the sentence. |
| Simone
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| Took up so much space in my dome, I forget my own face when I roam
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| I’m more now. |
| Star time. |
| Hard times have passed me
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| I’m the driver. |
| Crying time is in the back seat
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| So why do you insist on being in the back with me?
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| And you get tight when other women wanna ask for me
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| Before I met you I caught mad bodies
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| You mad probably, but they mad they ain’t got me
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| Copy, I told your ass sit there cocky, but nah. |
| You wanna black
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| And now you wanna chat with some otha' niggas
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| Sending texts with the phone I bought you
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| I know you ain’t showing them tricks that I taught you
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| Going to see them niggas in the shit that I bought you
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| If I wasn’t Charles, I would flip an Ike on you
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| This is my heart you playin' around with
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| When niggas I eye-ball you, they want a round fist
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| But you’re not use to the attention I guess
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| As if your hands ain’t on that beating shit in my chest
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| Bitch I’m obssesed. |
| Getting a rest
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| Turnin' down celebs. |
| Burn an ounce to the head
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| I’m certain I’m about to just let go. |
| But no, I love you
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| But being alone is something that I can adjust to
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| Keep promisin' you gon' be better
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| Cause you know me better
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| On some OD letter
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| But I feel so alone sometimes
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| Which you, so much so, I bet you think I wrote this shit against you
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| This instrumental was made out of pain, that you caused
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| Bitch stay out my brain. |
| Stay in my heart. |
| I gave you a part
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| Love 2.0, I’m state of the art. |
| The only thing that changed is the way that I
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| talk
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| Everyday in my thoughts. |
| How could you say that I’m lost?
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| You call me selfish. |
| Shit I was before I met you
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| I let you in, how could you not feel special?
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| Don’t wanna hurt you, feels like I might. |
| To be real, I can fight
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| But I’m a man, kinda flyy. |
| If something does happen, blame it on rap
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| You can hate me, I’m whack. |
| But I’mma still say
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| (Baby come back)
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| Tough love
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| Tough enough
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| I love you
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| Charles Hamilton
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| One |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Honeymoon's Over , by - Charles Hamilton. Song from the album It's Charles Hamilton, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп