| Is he moving too fast? |
| Is she moving too slow?
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| She telling me that I’m silly, but I’m only 2−0
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| And it sucks that she just want to be friends with me
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| I try to put her on where I’m at mentally
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| I’m full of energy
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| At times I need a remedy
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| For lack of things that interest me
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| But still her body is tempting me
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| She just keep rejecting me
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| Why she keep stressing me?
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| Screaming like «Don't touch me bitch, I don’t got leprosy»
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| Maybe we wasn’t meant to be
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| But I was down Bonnaroo, Tennessee
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| In the RV, I can shut down a stage
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| Casey had the veggies on the bus, we smoked a pound of haze
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| Digress the tree can cold stress
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| When you feeling a bad bitch, but she showing you no interest
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| Sending letters with no address
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| And she never gon' get it so let it rest
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| Does she love me?
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| No sir
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| Does she want me?
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| No sir
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| I think she hates me
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| What has she done for me lately?
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| I’m high with no intent to land
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| I seem to fall for the girls with the short attention spans
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| Who just wanna rendezvous
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| I would take her on a date, to a nice restaurant
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| But I got too much on my plate
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| Said I’m here for a day
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| She hit me three hours late
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| Found out I left the city, bet she had the sour face
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| Told her I would kick it with her whenever I return
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| But that was based on the premise that she was my concern
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| Searching for serious, life
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| Then I was fast
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| Had me speeding on this racetrack, furious
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| The kinda chick, the flyest nigga in the school he had her
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| But eff that, I’m trying to focus on what truly matters
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| I like em usually bad, always on punishment
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| Having a conversation, wishing I could punish it
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| And why the fantasy so far from the truth, huh?
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| Running in circles playing Duck, Duck, Goose, huh?
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| We take the shit any slower, then we gonna hold up traffic
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| Only hit the blunt once, then she fuckin' pass it
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| I knew we wasn’t compatible
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| Quarterback my feelings to the side, that’s a lateral
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| I wish that I could be satisfied
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| I wish you would let me have a try
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| But there’s a problem with you and I
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| Now its Chi-town, do or die |