| I don’t have you
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| And like true friends
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| And say, «I'm sorry you’re blue»
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| I don’t have you
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| And like true friends
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| They still come around
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| I’m waiting for growth to show up if I hope to manifest
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| 3 A.M. |
| I’m awaiting awake to hear me rest
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| Fate to send caress and a face that I can feel
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| With weight from heavy breasts
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| An embrace that helps me chill
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| Grace that human males can’t feel
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| Unless he builds with a female until time stands still
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| When we take off our shells and chill
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| All before fingers learn bodies like we got blindman skill
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| She speaks no evil but says whatever
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| After Shaking up bed-feathers still prays together
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| On a parlay flip, permanent private party trip
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| The next Ruby and Ossie Davis, I’m talking great shit
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| Up walking late, lit. |
| 4:25, high
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| Her mighty fine thighs silhoutted by sky-rise
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| Place the know how, behind mine eyes
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| To take something unfortunate
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| And show them they’re a fortune in my life
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| Look KY side, lend me a hand, send me a plan
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| A Remy Shand message of love, tell Cupid we fam'
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| And to clock something that’ll learn who I am
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| As I learn with, chillin out, watching our hourglass sands
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| I don’t have you
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| And like true friends
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| And say, «I'm sorry you’re blue»
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| I don’t have you
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| And like true friends
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| They still come around
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| Spent Pubescent years, blessed with peers I could trust
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| Spinning records to a game of checkers after dusk
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| Laughter rushes out of mouth, clutchin my stomach, abs burning
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| From fast learning, not cash earning
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| Cause we wasn’t really on 'at yet, just yes' y’alling
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| At this point, our lil' brainchild was hardly crawling
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| But had fallen enough times to keep a nigga’s head strong
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| Fucked with enough spiders to charm a mama leglong
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| We’s dead wrong, many days and nights
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| Trying strange thangs
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| From jane to cane and variants of the same change
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| Get trapped, you off map, no Peter Pan scenes
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| Where everythings tight and lily whiter than Klan dreams
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| Tryna get something ripe, a nice woman queen
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| Stay strong and fight life, like Sudan kings
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| Pray to make cents for giving
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| And make sense out of living
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| Lord give me patience to gain wisdom, please
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| I don’t have you
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| And like true friends
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| And say, «I'm sorry you’re blue»
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| I don’t have you
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| And like true friends
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| They still come around |