| Said you belong to the streets but the streets belong to me
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| It’s like home to me (She belongs to the streets)
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| It’s like home to me
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| I tatted your passport up
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| Now it’s lookin' like a arm sleeve
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| Just know that was all me
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| And when you see Chanel, I wish that’s how you saw me
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| That shit you tell Chanel, I wish that’s how you called me
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| That raw shit, that honesty, yeah
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| You know I love you more than all them niggas put together
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| And it’s a lot of niggas' trust, I put the list together
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| And it’s a lot just to assume we’re meant to be together
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| You gotta live that shit for real, you can’t just say whatever
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| You could never tell nobody that you held me down
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| If it was ride or die then you should’ve been dead right now
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| So I don’t get how you’re yelling at me
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| How much I gotta spend for you to pipe down? |
| (Pipe down)
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| How deep I gotta dig for you to pipe down? |
| (Pipe down)
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| All the things I’ve done up until right now (Right now)
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| I need a thousand pages just to write it down (Write it down)
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| Writing down these feelings, it’s been overdue (Overdue)
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| Don’t know how many pens it’s gonna take to get over you
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| How much I gotta pen for you to pipe down? |
| (Pipe down)
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| How deep I gotta dig for you to pipe down?
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| Tried to run it back a hundred times
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| The world is yours, but the city’s mine
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| I can’t believe you put it on your mother’s life
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| I can’t believe you told me it was ride or die
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| 'Cause you’re not here, somehow you’re still alive
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| True enough I know you from the other side
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| I set my expectations way too high
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| Yeah, and I would listen to the lies that you would tell all night
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| Angel eyes, but you’ve been giving me hell all night
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| I know the book that you would write is a tell-some, not a tell-all
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| Just to make sure you well off, you would sell all rights
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| Why does your ex think we beefin', is that man alright?
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| That nigga can’t even look at me, he fell off twice
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| And I’m back poppin', I still remember the day I saw you
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| I was on your ass like back pockets
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| Niggas love to hate, but what is that stopping?
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| So much shit I wanted to say, straight to your face
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| 'Cause you’re so two-faced, that I don’t know which face
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| You’re the reason we’ll be going separate ways
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| You’re the reason we cannot communicate
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| It’s not the things you say, it’s what you don’t say
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| I’m not in your way, you’re in your own way
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| So I don’t get how you’re yelling at me
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| How much I gotta spend for you to pipe down? |
| (Pipe down)
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| How deep I gotta dig for you to pipe down? |
| (Pipe down)
|
| All the things I’ve done up until right now (Right now)
|
| I need a thousand pages just to write it down (Write it down)
|
| Writing down these feelings, it’s been overdue (Overdue)
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| Don’t know how many pens it’s gonna take to get over you
|
| How much I gotta pen for you to pipe down? |
| (Pipe down)
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| How deep I gotta dig for you to pipe down?
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| Baby, pipe down
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh |