| Magnetic, know what I’m talkin' about
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| House Shoes, know what I’m talkin' about
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| SV, know what I’m talkin' about
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| Feel this, feel this, feel this, this here
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| Hodgepodge, know what I’m talkin' about
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| Lackadaisical, know what I’m talkin' about
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| Dwele, know what I’m talkin' about
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| Feel this, feel this, feel this — this here
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| Her aura’s a radiant light, very fly, like takin' a flight
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| On a plane, she’s not plain, she’s eccentric
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| From a distance I’ve admired her, feeling like the man she wants
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| I’m far from, but yet tryna get close, though she knew me all along
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| I’m the cat that’s in the club that know every word to every song
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| Dancing to tunes like these, like leaves I’m falling, praying that she catch it
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| It’s a cold, cold world and I steady put myself out there
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| Wearing it thin, but eventually becoming lovesick
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| She’s beautiful, her personality sweet as her fragrance
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| As usual, my mouth shuts, speaking in body language
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| I shift to the corner with her, eyes shift to the corner
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| Watching these clowns approach her
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| So deep in the culture
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| I ease over, for the feelings of being closer
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| She make niggas with big vocabularies be at a lack for words
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| Hoping she stay, she goes by, when her back is turned, walking out the door
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| Suddenly it doesn’t seem as hype
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| It’s like the sun losing its beam of light
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| Spoiling my day
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| But when I see her face, it looks dipped in Oil of Olay
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| It’s hard to concentrate, wishing these arms were lakes
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| Cause there’s a chance that she would dive into 'em
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| I need someone as real as her, she’s the inspiration for the rhyme
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| Sarah
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| Someone as real as her in my life
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| Kool Dee, know what I’m talkin' about
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| DJ Q, know what I’m talkin' about
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| Binary Star, know what I’m talkin' about
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| Feel this, feel this, feel this — this here
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| ? |
| know what I’m talkin' about
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| Wajeed, know what I’m talkin' about
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| Marquise, know what I’m talkin' about
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| Feel this, feel this, this here — this here
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| Her smile is like the sunshine, she can brighten your day with it
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| Even in the club, slightly dark, you can’t miss it
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| Your inspiration, though do not know who you are
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| Just hope that when you hear this you think it’s beautiful
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| As a gentle breeze
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| Memories of you stump through my brain
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| Can’t hide my feelings, they bust through the frame
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| When I see you
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| Wanna be where you be
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| Like the robot that’s off of T2
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| And you’re Sarah Conner
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| Straight killing me with your ability of creativity
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| I’m willingly at your feet, massaging them til you go back to sleep
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| Capture deep thoughts, of us taking walks in the park
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| Watching the sunset, I haven’t experienced love yet
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| But I know it’s more than getting your fingers and tongue wet
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| Or straight up having sex with a female you just met
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| What I’m saying I can’t get over it, yo
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| You’re the inspiration for the rhyme |