| Out here there are no stars
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| Out here we are stoned
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| Chandeliers in the ceiling
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| Remind her of the time, that she was dealing with a
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| Nigga on the grind, trying to get a billion
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| Sacrificing time, to spend with all his women
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| But still he tried
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| Chandeliers in the ceiling, remind her of the time
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| That she was ridin' with me, I’m always on her mind
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| But I be on my mission she smile and she cry
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| Any time she see him…
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| Shorty had her own money
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| Everytime she came through she brung it
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| Didn’t want nothing from me, but for me to kick it
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| Play the cut, be the make-believe husband
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| Couldn’t stomach the fact that I was always running
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| In and out out of them streets, in and out them freaks
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| And I didn’t hide nothing, from her I was a hundred
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| That’s why she couldn’t leave, I kept it way too G
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| Her family in her ear, advising her that she should be
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| With a doctor, a lawyer, someone with a degree
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| But she wanted no pointers, was happiest with me
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| Nightlife cruising something in a spoiler with two seats
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| Making real jet movements, this lifestyle wild, these hoes attached to it
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| I fucked up, she say fuck me and then she really do it
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| Living this life is foolish, so I rather let you slide
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| Even though I hate to do it
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| Real life situations… out here there are no stars…
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| [Chandeliers in the ceiling
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| Remind her of the time, that she was dealing with a
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| Nigga on the grind, trying to get a billion]
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| Sacrificing time, to spend with all his women
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| But still he tried
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| From the pages of the fashion magazine
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| To Twitter, to plane tickets to get her here with me
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| Lying to them other guys, but keeping it sincere with me
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| At least that’s what she wish that I believe
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| Boomerang style, right outta the silver screen
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| Same player ways as mine, dog attitude with a feline
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| Simple real nigga made a bee line, hard to shine like he shine
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| But when I was off on the grind, laid with lesser niggas in the meantime
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| Double standard rules apply
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| You can’t do what a man do
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| He don’t look good in the streets' eyes
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| And they watchin' the people, lookin' for signs of weakness
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| Makin' moves with a floozy, you’ll be lookin' like a sizzimp
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| And the vultures out to eat them, and I can’t be in that number
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| So it’s on the late night fuck news, can’t be seen in the public
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| By then she always fussin, and I ain’t got the time
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| So I have to let her slide, she think about me when she high
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| Real life situations… just got those from looking through my phone.
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| [Chandeliers in the ceiling
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| Remind her of the time, that she was dealing with a
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| Nigga on the grind, trying to get a billion]
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| Sacrificing time, to spend with all his women
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| But still he tried
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| [Chandeliers in the ceiling
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| Remind her of the time, that she was dealing with a
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| Nigga on the grind, trying to get a billion]
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| Sacrificing time, to spend with all his women
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| But still he tried |