| It’s either lust or a cloud of dust
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| Judgement is clouded, must just be the powder from the power of (love)
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| But I’m in somethin' I don’t know how to get out of
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| Left my girl in the house alone
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| Is that my soon to be spouse’s moan
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| And the further I walked, the louder
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| I paused for a minute to make certain that’s what I heard
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| Cuz after all this is her place
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| So I gave her the benefit of the doubt
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| Think I might be about bust a buster
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| The thought’s scary yo, though and it hurts, brace
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| Hope it ain’t, here we go yo
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| Cause my head already goes to worst case scenario,
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| though in the first place
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| But you confirmed my low end theory though
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| Should’ve known when I made it all the way to third base
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| And that was only the first date, coulda made it to home plate
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| But you slid straight for the dome and dove face first
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| No you don’t, under, stand, I, don’t, do this for
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| Anyone, ever, yeah that ain’t what they all say
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| I’ll say it, you can suck a softball through a straw, used to be my fiance
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| 'Til you sucked on Wayne, Andre, and Kanye
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| Lebron, Akon, Jay, Lil Jon, Raekwon, Ma$e
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| Polow Tha Don, Dre, Dante Ross, James Conway, Kwame
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| Guess I’m gettin' my g-god dang Jigga on eh
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| Cause your name, I’m beyond sayin'
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| But fuck it, I’m movin' on, you women are all cray
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| But I’ll probably always keep on playin' the game of
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| Love, love, love, love
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| L-l, l-l-l-love
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| She doesn’t love me, no she don’t love me no more
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| She hates my company, yeah she don’t love me no more
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| I tried to get her up out of my head, left my bags at the door
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| She screamed she loved me like she never did before
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| And I told her
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| (Go where you want and go do what you want to do; I don’t care) x2
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| I told that bitch
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| I’m a sucker for love, you’re a sucker for dick
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| Suckin' dick in your momma tub, then your granny walked in
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| Told the stupid nigga to duck under the water, he drowned
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| Like an abortion, they booked you for manslaughter
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| You beat the case and I called you
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| «Sherane is not available now leave a message at the tone
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| And Kendrick don’t forget to buy two pair of those
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| Expensive heels, you little fuckin' ferris wheel
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| Fuckin' spinnin' on me, fuck you think we gon' get married still
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| Fuckin' Mary had a little lamb, this ain’t no fairy tale
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| Fairy godmomma better tell you how I fuckin' feel
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| Like you should fuckin' beat it or fuckin' eat it while I’m on my period
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| Now have a blessed day»
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| Bitch you serious
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| I’m in the mirror with this look on my face, curious
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| Why you ain’t fuckin' with me, you cut me deep as a Caesarean
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| You know I want you bad as a Benjamin, I’m delirious
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| I want you bad as the head shattered on George Zimmerman
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| After the Dillinger hit’em diligently and killin' him
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| His mouthpiece for a Cadillac emblem
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| That’s analogy and metaphor for ya
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| I should win a medal for all the ways I adore you
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| This is me talkin' cordially, yeah I got some home trainin'
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| That ain’t what you like, ain’t it, what about if I was famous
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| As Marshall, would you give fellatio in the carpool
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| Cops pull us over, they just wanna know if you gargle, singin'
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| I hope she’s good enough, meanwhile you’re chasin' her
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| Chlamydia couldn’t even get rid of her
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| Pity the fool in her and pity the fool in me
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| I’mma live with the game of
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| So needless to say I’m feelin' betrayed
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| Snatched my house key off her keychain
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| She jumps off Wee-Bey from The Wire’s dick
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| Now she’s chasin' me with a cheese grater
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| Here goes that broken record, cliche, it’s all my fault anyway
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| She’s turnin' the tables, I’m a beat-break
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| She treats my face like Serato, she cuts and scratches like a DJ
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| Each day is an instant replay
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| They sayin' we display symptomatic of addict behavior
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| Back together but forgot today was her b-day,
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| she cut me off on the freeway
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| Simple misunderstandin' but just as I went to slam on the brakes
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| Then I realized that she may be as crazy as me, wait
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| Bitch cut my fuckin' brakeline, stepped on them fuckers 8 times
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| Still goin' 73, thank God there’s an exit coming up
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| What the mother F-U-C-K'S wrong with her, hit the off ramp
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| So I coast into a gosh damned aww hit a fuckin' tree
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| Now here she comes at full speed, she’s racin' at me |
| Okay you wanna fuck with me, eh
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| Snatch the bitch out her car through the window, she screamin'
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| I body slam her on the cement,
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| until the concrete gave and created a sinkhole
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| Bury this stink ho in it, then pay to have the street re-paved
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| Fuck, woke up in a dream state in a cold sweat
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| Like I got hit with a freeze ray durin' a heat wave
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| Guess I eventually caved though, cause she’s layin' next to me in bed
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| Directly aimin' a gat at my head
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| Woke up again and jumped up like fuck it, I’ve had it,
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| I’m checkin' into rehab
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| I confess I’m a static addict, I guess that’s why I’m so clingy
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| Every girl I’ve ever had either says I got too much baggage
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| Or I’m too fuckin' dramatic
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| Man what the fuck is the matter, I’m just a fucking romantic
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| I fucking love you, you fucking bitch
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| Combative, possessive, in fact last time I was mad at an ex
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| I actually set off a chain reaction of tragic events
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| I said hit the road and after she left
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| I sent that bitch a text
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| I said be careful driving, don’t read this and have an accident
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| She glanced to look at it and wrecked, too bad
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| Thought we had a connect
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| No sense dwelling makes, never been a more compelling case
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| Than a model covered in L’Oreal and mace, who fell from grace
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| Eleven stories for story telling but the whore was yelling rape
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| So the vocal cords were swelling
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| And her voice were more hoarser than Tori Spelling’s face
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| Still they swarm the gates and my fancy estates
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| To greet Norman Bates with a warm embrace
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| Unless you’re Andrea Yates, don’t ask me for a date, don’t be late
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| Well the sentiment’s great, but wait, think there’s been a mistake
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| You want an intimate date, I wanna intimidate
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| I have infinite hate in my blood, it’s mainly because of the game of
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| (*Message sound*)
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| Wait, dinner at eight
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| I have infinite hate in my blood, it’s mainly because of the game of
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| Love, love, love, love
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| L-l, l-l-l-love |