| Uh, I still know your old number by heart
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| 310−644, need amor, see? |
| I adored you
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| Got the same roots, so your tree I explore
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| Ain’t with the law but you’re everything I court, get it?
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| The only girl I’d come and visit
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| When I got my Ls a nigga was well intentioned
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| Still virgins, but felt each other some exquisite
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| My pure purpose was to find out where you’re numb and kiss it
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| Wasn’t young and dumb, was more like dumb and gifted
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| Used to dance I would come to watch you hit the splits
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| Remember when that nigga put his hands on you at the pool?
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| You saw another side of me, that was something vicious
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| He had it coming, from love I wasn’t runnin'
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| I’d fight for it, a life to give, for you I’d buy a dozen
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| Rose bushes, in hopes that each one would blossom in it’s season
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| That was when I believed in, fallin'
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| Heels over head, feet on the ledge (Fallin')
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| Wheels on the edge, lean over then (Fallin')
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| Feels like I’m skydivin' shoeless
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| When did love just become so ruthless?
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| Heels over head, feet on the ledge (Fallin')
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| Wheels on the edge, lean over then (Fallin')
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| Feels like a fight I’m losin'
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| When did love just become so—
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| The homies in the hood thought study abroad meant anatomy
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| Like introducing your world to the lower half of me
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| I guess the irony of it was that we supposed to be lovers
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| When we signed up, but that was two months 'fore we had to leave
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| We still traveled, can’t throw down no gavel
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| No judgment, our love ran its course but no Babel
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| Our tower didn’t shoot through the clouds with no shadow
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| Hung over them, now sober dem
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| Drink by the pitcher, fuck by the liver, lust for a nigga
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| Trust ain’t a issue, we in Costa Rica so we must be adventurous
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| In the rainforest with the monkeys, tarantulas
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| Got they eyes on us, our drank you would take a puff
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| Broke students, but we made enough
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| Then I got reckless and neglected you
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| I wanted my dinner and my breakfast too
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| I was on my solo shit while you was fallin'
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| Heels over head, feet on the ledge (Fallin')
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| Wheels on the edge, lean over then (Fallin')
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| Feels like I’m skydivin' shoeless
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| When did love just become so ruthless?
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| Heels over head, feet on the ledge (Fallin')
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| Wheels on the edge, lean over then (Fallin')
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| Feels like a fight I’m losin'
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| When did love just become so—
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| Why niggas play that shit like baggage is a female trait?
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| It’s like tellin' a woman that she lyin' when she yells, «Wait»
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| And Cole says, «She don’t wanna be saved,» leave your cake
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| 'Cause once you’re in it to win it you may not see your escape
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| With that said, I can admit it, I play «Queens» to fuck with bitches
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| And through my hurt vision at times I couldn’t tell the difference
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| And through my uncried tears I couldn’t smell the flowers
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| So the power of pussy had niggas on jaded missions
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| But if it’s in his will, might as well Jaden Smith it
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| If you feelin' the kid maybe we should stay and kick it
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| We can both enjoy the company, someone who listens
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| We’ll take the bite off of the knife out of my side in stitches
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| Begin the process of healing, progress is needed
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| My lesson wasn’t learned the first time so that shit was repeated
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| Everything I gave the universe I’m bound to receive it
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| Like when I lied and I cheated, wonder where she went, fallin'
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| Heels over head, feet on the ledge (Fallin')
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| Wheels on the edge, lean over then (Fallin')
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| Feels like I’m skydivin' shoeless
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| When did love just become so ruthless?
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| Heels over head, feet on the ledge (Fallin')
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| Wheels on the edge, lean over then (Fallin')
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| Feels like a fight I’m losin'
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| When did love just become so—
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| I’m fallin', ooh
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| Ayy, Smoke, get out your fuckin' feelings
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| Nigga, what you lookin' sad for, bro?
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| Ayy, man, talk to this nigga, man, I don’t know what to say
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| Bro, bro, we finna go to the club and you lookin' depressed (Man,
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| this nigga’s on some «Where did she go?»)
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| They gon' dance all down your locks, bro
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| You know what I mean?
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| They gon' put the locks right in-between they cheeks, nigga
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| You know one your strings just gon' hang between the cheeks, nigga
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| We finna go see ass, ass, ass, ass, ass— |