| Only holdin' up I do is my end of the bargain
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| Only beggin' that I do is me beggin' your pardon
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| Only tryin' that I do is me tryin' the hardest
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| Only problems I do are math problems with profit
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| Only lyin' I do is lyin' out in the tropics
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| Only cryin' I do is cryin' from laughin' 'bout it
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| Only lackin' I can do is my lack of responses
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| Only rest that I do is «Where the rest of my commas?»
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| Still I rise, Maya Angelou vibes
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| When life comin' at you from all angles and sides
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| And they don’t wanna see that you smilin' from inside
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| It really boils down to how you plan to survive
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| Love certain ones but never get attached to 'em
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| Give 'em nice things, but what’s that to 'em?
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| Especially when another girl I flew in is flickin' up in my bathroom
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| And they recognize the bathroom
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| All hell starts to break loose in my texts
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| I only tell lies to who I gotta protect
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| I would rather have you remember me how we met
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| I would rather lose my leg than lose their respect
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| But that’ll never happen the way I’m watchin' my step
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| That ain’t what I’m 'bout
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| I’m in control of my destiny, never in doubt
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| If I can’t make it with you, I’ll make it without
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| They say take the good with the bad, I’ll take it without
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| Houston women I wine-and-dine and take to the house
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| My moral compass is janky, it breaks in the South
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| Is there more to life than digits and bankin' accounts?
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| Is there more to life than sayin' I figured it out?
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| Is there more? |
| Yeah
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| Sweeter the berry, the blacker the juice
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| The boy is back in the booth, ready to tap into truth
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| Too many lyrics 'bout houses and loot
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| Too many Walt Disney characters, mouses and goofs
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| I mean you know I love a challenge, but challenged by who?
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| I’ll let you bring a thousand recruits
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| My peers are a talented group
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| But even if you take all their statistics and carry the two
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| Even if you rounded up the numbers and rounded the troops
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| There’s still nothin' they could really do
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| It’s too bad reality checks don’t cover the balances due
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| Whenever it’s time to recoup
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| Yeah, soon as this album drop I’m out of the deal
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| In the house playin' D’Angelo, «How Does It Feel?»
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| I got a fear of havin' things on my mind when I die
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| What you got, time on your hands or time on your side?
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| Is there any sense in doin' these songs when I’m high?
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| Is there more to life than goin' on trips to Dubai?
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| Yachts on the 4th of July, G5 soarin' the skies
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| Is there more to life than all of these corporate ties
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| And all of these fortunate times
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| And all of these asses that never come in proportionate size?
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| Am I missin' somethin' that’s more important to find?
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| Like healin' my soul, like family time
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| Is there more to life than just when I’m feelin' alive?
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| Is there more?
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| Passion, instant
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| Sweat beads, feel me (Feel me)
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| Cupid’s shot me
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| My heartbeat’s racing (My heartbeat’s racing)
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| Tempt me, drive me (Tempt me)
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| It feels so exciting
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| Thought of highly (Highly)
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| It’s yours entirely
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| I’ll be, I’ll be more than a lover
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| More than a woman
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| More than a lover for you |