| My heart bleed for her like cunt on that time of the month
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| Missed skipping school with her while she rolling a blunt
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| Or conversating on the phone in the REM state
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| Up late in the friend zone, tell me, can you relate?
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| When we was 8, we hit the roller rink just to skate
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| Catch us out, we was hanging, was never on the date
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| Wish I could’ve told her how I felt over a swisher
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| Instead of flirting with her little sister
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| As a kid, I wanted to kiss her, a teen, I wanted to fuck her
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| As an adult, I wished to tuck her
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| Under my arm while we in the mall shopping
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| I caught feelings like it’s New Year’s and the ball’s dropping
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| I thought spilling my emotions in the song would make ‘em disappear
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| Like the motions of a wand, Love Potion Number 9 in reverse
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| I wish I was her first
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| How she get wet for these niggas who thirst, that’s the worst
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| Damn
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| Man, that nigga’s a fucking cornball
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| That nigga ain’t got a dollar in his pocket
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| That nigga still come around wearing Nichii
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| You know that bullshit
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| Yo, that nigga came to me, man
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| Remember what he did to you?
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| Man, I would’ve fouled on that nigga, man
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| You know what I’m saying?
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| Fuck that nigga
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| It’s crazy how she knew me when I never sipped a drink or rolled a doobie then
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| A Nubian, who deserves a crown to put a ruby in
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| I seen her go from a freshman to a senior
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| We’re both from the lower class where the grass wasn’t greener
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| I remember making angels in the snow, wearing coats
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| Or after school when we’re comparing notes, sharing floats
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| That’s a memory she can go to to remember me
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| Before the cars got nice and the jewels got shimmery
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| Now, I’m so ready to go steady
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| With the only girl that gave me butterflies that made my palms grow sweaty
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| I must’ve left a bad impression
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| She’s resting on the couch while seeing multiple girls in my session
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| From inside jokes to outside expressions
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| I thought it was a blessing to end up with your best friend
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| So if you’re listening, don’t forget the animes
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| Them sundaes on Sundays, the Saturday matinees
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| Man, look at that nigga chain, man
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| Them fake ass diamonds
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| You know that nigga chain ain’t worth even talking about
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| Know what I’m saying
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| Fuck that nigga
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| Nigga drunk all the time
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| Nigga ain’t got no gas in his tank
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| Nigga riding on E
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| I’m saying, what that nigga got I ain’t got?
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| Tell me that
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| Yo she got me in the friend zone with nothing left to stand on
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| She need to put her man on, uh
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| Yo she got me in the friend zone with nothing to stand on
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| She need to put her man on, word
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| Yo she got me in the friend zone with nothing to stand on
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| She need to put her man on, yeah
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| Yo she got me in the friend zone with nothing to stand on
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| She need to put her man on |