| You ain’t the first, but you gonna be the last one
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| Coming round here, tryna pull a fast one
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| D.Y. |
| put 'em on blast son
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| See why we cry? |
| All because of passion
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| But I can’t keep going round and round
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| Told myself I’d never let another bring me down
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| I gave you my heart, you returned that
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| I gave you my love, son you burned that
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| Well, that was all good just a week ago
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| Now you sound crazy like a speaker blown
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| I don’t want to hear that noise
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| Gotta be kidding
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| 2nd chance for the 25th time?
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| Keep forgetting, like
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| Man, listen, ain’t gonna be the one that
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| You dissin', but I won’t be the one that
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| You missin', believe that, I’ll have
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| You wishin' you listened
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| It was like 3 am, I’m making ya sandwich
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| Next day wondering where my man is, dammit
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| Explain how you always coming with the damage
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| I don’t know, eff it though, never understand it
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| All good, you busy loving her
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| She busy planning it
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| Sitting there, scheming
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| Elevating her standards…
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| I’mma be the last chick standing
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| While you stressing out cause your boo is so demanding
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| But man, I remember when I made you laugh
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| When I was down to my last still gave you half
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| Came home and I ran your bath
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| Never thought that you could be the one who would feel my wrath
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| Everybody say they trust, but they really don’t
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| Everybody know they lust but they really hope
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| That it’ll transform into something dope
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| I could write pages going through the stages
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| It’s really the little things, it ain’t nothing major
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| That’ll make you running, give your heart to a stranger
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| Think you really know what everything’s about
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| Got it all figured out
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| Till you meet the one person that’ll change ya
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| Elevator love, going up, going down
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| People stuck in the middle, hearts plummet to the ground
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| And we try to work around the influences
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| We ain’t the first to be doing this
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| There ain’t nothing new to this, so |