| (Come on girl, we can’t do this
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| Come on man, we gotta move on girl)
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| We’ve been going down this bumpy road
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| For a while
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| You’re always in a grumpy mood
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| You never smile
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| I did all that I could
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| But then you left
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| Can’t help but to think
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| About yourself
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| You had fun with your friends
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| You did your thing
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| Going out with different men
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| You love to drink
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| And do all kinds of freaky stuff
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| They used you up
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| Now you running right back to me
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| Ready to fuck saying
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| You can wait but
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| I can’t take it
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| Let’s not fake it
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| We ain’t gonna make it
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| I tried my best so
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| You tried too but
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| Let’s give it a rest 'cause
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| We’re both clueless!
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| I don’t think
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| We gon' make it
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| Please don’t get naked
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| (Come on please don’t do that… Don't drop them panties… You know I can’t
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| stand it…
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| Sometimes I do wonder, do it still taste like cotton candy? |
| Let me stop being
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| mannish)
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| I still kind of miss ya girl
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| I must admit
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| Remember when I was up in ya girl
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| A perfect fit, like
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| Andre Hopkins glove
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| They be snug
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| But all my baby’s love
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| You gave it up
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| I did not virtue
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| Can’t say I did not hurt you
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| But nevertheless did my very best
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| But you couldn’t help
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| Raising up your dress, bitch!
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| And everything you did for me
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| Made me realize ain’t shit for free
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| Now there’s no one you can trust
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| And you had enough
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| Running back to me
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| Ready to fuck, saying
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| You can wait but
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| I can’t take it
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| Let’s not fake it
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| We ain’t gonna make it
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| I tried my best though
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| You tried too but
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| Let’s give it a rest 'cause
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| We’re both clueless
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| I don’t think
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| We gon' make it
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| Please don’t get naked
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| I don’t think
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| We gon' make it
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| Please don’t get naked |