| I say we both spend some time with our memories
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| It’s too bad that memories is all we have now
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| Do you remember like I do?
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| If you do then, you should have no choice but to feel the way I feel
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| You’re gonna miss me girl
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| And the way we were making love
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| You think he is me, girl
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| But you’re just faking us
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| Go ahead, pretend that you love him that way
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| Like you wouldn’t come home whenever I say
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| Cause we got too many firsts
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| Turned into too many words
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| And you always said it was the truth
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| But why were you surprised when I began to hurt?
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| And I ain’t let you go
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| Just to be in the club throwing money on a stripper
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| And just because I’m gone
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| You ain’t gotta look for love just with any other nigga
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| You’re like beautiful waterfall
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| With nothing to land on, yeah, yeah
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| And now that your man gone
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| You ain’t got a leg to stand on
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| Cause ain’t nobody ever gonna do you like I did you girl
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| Ain’t nobody ever gonna kiss you like I kissed you girl
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| Ain’t nobody ever gonna touch you like I touched you girl
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| Ain’t nobody ever gonna fuck you like I fucked you girl
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| When you had my love you ain’t do right
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| Try to let it burn, but it won’t light
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| We step in the dark soon our love shined
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| And I know the love we once shared is dead and gone
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| But I ain’t let you go
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| Just to be in the club throwing money on a stripper
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| And I ain’t let you go
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| Just so you can be a ho and go fuck another nigga
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| You’re like beautiful waterfall
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| With nothing to land on, yeah, yeah
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| And now that your man gone
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| You ain’t got a leg to stand on
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| I’m dealing with the past presently
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| Maybe the ass was that heavenly
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| I always thought that we’d last till I was seventy
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| Before I knew that whenever I’d spaz you wouldn’t let it be
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| And I don’t care if everything he do is brand new
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| Known him for some months, so could he really understand you?
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| Maybe we both got tired of being mishandled
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| And when we tried to fix it all is when we lost the chance to
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| So I’m with this new bitch trying to get her to take to me
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| And the greatest part of her not being you is the new slate to me
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| Your with this mutt nigga, fairy tale, make believe
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| But you so confused, I don’t know who you trying to make believe
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| Maybe you just needed a break from me
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| Or maybe you can’t tell exactly how bad it’s breaking me
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| Or do you want anybody that you can give your all?
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| It’s so bad sometimes when I’m alone, I relive it all
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| Walk in, pick you up, throw you on the bed now
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| Sucking on your nipples, till you want a little head now
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| Marathon sex, I see us racing up the stairs
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| Went crazy anytime I let my face be your chair
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| It’s like a never ending dream, never ending screams
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| Getting wetter with every stroke, it’s like a never ending stream
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| Switch it up, knees spread apart, hands up on the headboard
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| Couldn’t sing for shit, but that dick will make her hit every chord
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| But do you miss a nigga sometimes?
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| Just the thought of that question is kinda wrong to me
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| And if so, then we should fuck again just one time
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| Don’t try to fight, know that pussy still belong to me
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| Running from the dick, I pull you closer, make you run back
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| Can you picture a scenario where you would come back?
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| But when I ask, it’s like you never got a come back
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| Which only forces me to think that you don’t really want that
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| We at least owe each other that
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| Just one more shot
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| We can’t let it end the way it did |