| By the time you hear this, I’ll be long gone
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| You keep the leather sofas and chrome
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| This place was never my home
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| Since I’m forever wrong
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| And you’ll be better off living alone
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| And my life’s far from a prom
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| So I don’t need a chaperone
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| Got me wishin I was never born
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| Damn near every dawn
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| Women tryina change a nigga seemingly, is my life’s song
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| I’m gettin a remix, can’t afford Nate Dogg on a hook
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| But fuck reading my emails, bitch read a fuckin book!
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| It took great depression and supression of hate
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| To not do you like Laci Peterson or wild out like Robert Blake
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| I lie awake cos she tried to kill me in my sleep
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| S’why we can’t stay together, like Jill Scott’s front teeth
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| You should see her when she’s lookin at me
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| Winona Ryder couldn’t steal enough shit to make this bitch happy
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| Sadly it’s over, and it don’t even phase me
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| Last way a woman changed me, was my diper as a baby
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| I’m feelin crazy, I’m a miserable individual
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| Cos we break up continual, like Nextel cellular signal
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| I’ve given you knowledge that goes beyond your understanding
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| But you blanket yourself in myth and missed all that I taught
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| I don’t, think you’ve ever known a father’s love
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| I feel like heartlessly dumping you, like Jennifer did to Chris Judd
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| I misjudged… had to break my phone to not call
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| Should’ve never got involved… you had my poster on the wall, bitch
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| (Senora)
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| She’s gonna change the world
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| (Senorita)
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| She can change the world
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| Mami can change the world
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| (ay querida)
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| But she can’t change me
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| She’s gonna change the world
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| (senora, senorita)
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| Mami can change the world
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| She’s gonna change the world
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| (ay querida)
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| But she can’t change me
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| (She can’t change me)
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| Women want us to walk down the aisle to the alter, singing a hymn
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| The hidden meaning to them is I’ll alter him
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| Make us type different, we can no longer hang with our friends
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| Ride on spectacular rims
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| No more bangin Dominican twins
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| Makin feelings forbidden like Tom Cruise envisionin
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| Lenny Kravitz' musty ass smashin Nicole Kidman
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| But I refuse to riff with somebody that I live with
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| Might not’ve always been right
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| Damn sure should’ve left
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| Now I risk my freedom every time I see her
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| Our relationship’s shakier than furniture from Ikea
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| The year the money came, we got along better riding the train
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| Now madness has taken its toll and I don’t have exact change
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| She filed for child support, I accused her of being a whore
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| I feel like I’m in Hong Kong, how they wanna make this Singapore (singer poor)
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| It’s raw lightning, realising your lady’s hole
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| Is more famous than that hole they found Saddam hiding in
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| Surviving sickness and in health
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| In a black tux with a stick in front of an orchestra she couldn’t conduct
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| herself
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| It’s just as well, I ain’t sheddin no more tears
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| I’ve been with her for 2 decades, murderers get but 10 years
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| I swear the institution of marriage is like a mental institution
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| Except niggas give their freedom willingly
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| It’s killin me, I can’t see bein nobody’s husband
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| Only thing men and women agree on is never to trust a woman
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| Yeah I cheated first, but you cheated worse
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| So now I feel like kicking you to the curb
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| And kicking the whole curb off the Earth
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| He’s sick of her, she’s sick of him, it’s sickening
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| So take me as I am, or watch me as I go
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| You CAN’T change me!
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| Now suddenly, you want me to see
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| Every single thing you pointed out that’s wrong with me
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| I’m sorry ma but I’m all that I got
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| And I know you loved me when
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| It was on top of the world
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| And I was on the bottom of it
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| What is this, sick me to try to control me
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| The bleedin on me
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| When every breath I breath is still lonely
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| And I’m not standin here proclaimin to be perfect
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| Behind the curtain’s surface you become a shameless serpent
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| Working tirelessly to bring me down as a man
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| I let you into my life, whore, but now that door is slammed
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| It’s 3am, my headlight’s off, I put my gun on the dash
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| Our love and hate line’s become thinner than Genuwine’s mustache
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| Finding myself addicted to the drama
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| Like if a woman don’t give me no problem then I don’t seem to want her
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| I gotta break the cycle of being psycho
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| A mean title deservedly unnervingly not being affected by you
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| At you pokes pins, character assassinations and prostitute friends
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| I wanna shoot ya in your fuckin limbs
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| Kick 'em with my Camel Timbs until them bitches haemorrhaging
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| Anger every half hour outta 24 I’m averaging
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| The arrogance, you thinkin that I will never fuckin leave
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| Cos I’ll reward ya for all this bad behaviour like if you’re my seed
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| But I see now, this isn’t necessarily meant to be
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| Sincerely I’m unhappy livin in misery, come rescue me
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| I’ve created my own prison from bad decision
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| One finger pointed at you is 3 pointed at me, see I’m the victim
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| Was with you instead of my daughters like every weekend
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| You’re mad I wouldn’t bow down like japanese people greeting
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| We was the finest Rican couple in Jimmy’s café
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| Who would be thinking that we would’ve ended up this way
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| Mutual friends be speakin of how much you miss me
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| You should’ve never aborted my twins that saturday! |