| Are you okay?
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| Been starin' at your face
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| From across the room now
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| You seem out of place
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| It’s a new day
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| The people know your name
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| They smile when they see you
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| So why the long face?
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| Oh, oh
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| Back on my shit, my bullshit that is
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| It feels so good to hold you in my arms
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| We both know it’s wrong
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| (You want me in your arms)
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| I sing these songs, it’s therapy
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| You need me to see right through you
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| Like you see through me
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| Me and my niggas gettin' paper
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| Highly blessed and highly favoured
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| We ain’t askin' for no favours
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| We in Cali smokin' hella flavors
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| Me and my niggas gettin' paper
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| Highly blessed and highly favoured
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| We ain’t askin' for no favours
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| We in Cali smokin' hella flavors
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| Sweet Emily, my bride to be
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| Struggle with me, If I’d entropy
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| Chef Boyarcaese
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| So cookin' up trouble like, «Woe is me»
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| This shit ain’t easy
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| I know I piss my girl off but, oh, Heavens, why’d she leave me? |
| Why’d she leave
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| me?
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| Chef Boyarcaese
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| So cookin' up trouble like, «Woe is me»
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| This shit ain’t easy
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| I know I piss my girl off but, oh, Heavens, why’d she leave me?
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| I watch the snow melt slowly day-by-day
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| Three nights passed it all melted away
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| I know it will return and while things may have changed
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| It’s essence stays the same, all things always
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| Sweet Emily, my bride to be
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| Struggle with me, If I’d entropy
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| Emily, please don’t be my enemy
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| You were such a friend to me
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| I’m sorry for my energy
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| I’m sorry for my—
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| Rest assured
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| Today I won’t be insecure
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| You deserve the world and more
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| Next time I’ll knock at your door
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| Next time I’ll knock— |