| I don’t stay up late in the middle of the night
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| Drink from a bottle, half empty as me
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| I don’t cruise down Villa Place sometimes
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| Wonder why your car ain’t parked in the street
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| No way not me I’m way too tough
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| I ain’t tore up with what went down with us
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| But if I’m being honest, baby, I’m still crazy about you
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| I fucked things up and now I’m man enough to finally face that truth
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| Since I’m being honest, baby, I got no clue what to do
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| So I stay drunk and high all the time to get me over you
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| If I’m being honest, if I’m being honest
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| My mom don’t call to check on me
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| Cause she knows I’m good, yeah, doin' just fine
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| And when I see my friends on Maroon street
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| I’m all calm and cool and having a hell of a time
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| I ain’t masquerading your memory
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| No way no how, no that ain’t me
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| But if I’m being honest, baby, I’m still crazy about you
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| I fucked things up and now I’m man enough to finally face that truth
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| Since I’m being honest, baby, I got no clue what to do
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| So I stay drink and high all the time to get me over you
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| If I’m being honest, if I’m being honest
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| I don’t talk to god each night and pray, to him that you’re ok
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| And come to think, I don’t think of you at all and wonder where you are today
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| But if I’m being honest, baby, I’m still crazy about you
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| I fucked things up and now I’m man enough to finally face that truth
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| Since I’m being honest, baby, I got no clue what to do
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| So I string four cords and the truth, and rhymes and hope it reaches you
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| If I’m being honest, if I’m being honest |