| Aye
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| Here we go
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| What you been thinkin', love?
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| Talk to me, what
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| Uh
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| What you been thinkin', love?
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| Talk to me, what
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| I want on her on my storyboard, Lil' baby got it goin' on
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| Sweet upper echelon, PSA, the weapons drawn
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| Atomic bombs of real shit, I found me a real chick
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| Someone I can smoke a joint with and talk current events
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| Her future so bright, this the real deal
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| Her ponytail tight, pink nails too
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| I feel like Superman when I’m in the coupe
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| You my Lois Lane, I got no excuse
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| I’ma give you just what you been missing
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| I can’t wait to show you that I’m different
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| You got my attention, I’ve been thinking too
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| Wonder if I come off too strong, if I make a move
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| What you been thinkin', love?
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| Uh
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| Talk to me, what
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| What you been thinkin', love?
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| I had found this little song to sing to you
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| It’s gon' break it down for you (Uh)
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| I’ve been thinking bout you
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| (Talk to me, what)
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| It can be hard for me to express myself sometimes
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| Just can’t find the right words
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| (Talk to me)
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| But you know they say «when words fail, music speaks»
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| (Talk to me
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| What you been thinkin', love?
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| Uh
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| Talk to me
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| Talk to me) |