| Wo yo oh ooh
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| Haha, yeah, it’s your girl E-V-E
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| (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, woah)
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| Konshens, baby
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| Hey, ayo
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| Let me let you in on my mind frame
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| Let me let you understand just how I say
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| See, I’ve been fucked up on things, you were the good kind of sin
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| 'Cause I thought that you were my king
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| I remember you would fuck up my conscience
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| Listening to Konshens
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| Rolling in late with that chick on your garments
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| Bet you thought I’d be there in the mornin'
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| But you’ve blown it, now I’m gone and
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Guess you thought it was a warnin'
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| (Warnin', warnin') Oh-oh-oh-oh
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| I’m not tryna reload
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| I’m not tryna reload
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| I’m not tryna figure why, why, why
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| And we try why? |
| when the past is so behind me
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| I’m not tryna reload
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| I’m not tryna reload
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| I’m not tryna figure why, why, why
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| And we try why? |
| when the past is so behind me
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| You know dudes try to make mistakes and try to run back
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| Thinkin' they Labron in the game, tryna come back (Nah)
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| Tell that dude «Take a hike»
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| Tryna jump heights but he really like Mike
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| Too bad you focused, don’t go for that bullshit no more
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| You better without him for sure
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| Bet he thought you’d be there in the mornin'
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| But he blown it, now you gone and
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Hah, guess you thought it was a warnin'
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| (Warnin', warnin') Oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Yeah, listen
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| I’m not tryna reload
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| I’m not tryna reload
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| I’m not tryna figure why, why, why
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| And we try why? |
| when the past is so behind me
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| I’m not tryna reload
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| I’m not tryna reload
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| I’m not tryna figure why, why, why
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| And we try why? |
| when the past is so behind me
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| Yeah, me la la la la la la love you
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| But mi know, know, know, know, know what you’re up to
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| I lie lie lie lie if me say me no want you
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| Me girl, in a love, if ya not in our love too, yah
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| Tired fi say me leaving, tired fi say me gone
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| Couple hours later, me back in a yo' arm
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| Wrap me 'round your finger, I fittin' in ya palm
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| Girl you love the calm, prepare for the storm
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| Love that rota rolla send that boy up da jail’a
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| Causin' up the railwork, turn off the real work
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| Mi never leave when
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| Non mi no forget no groove back
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| Hey, I’m alive, I’m the truth man
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| I’m not tryna reload
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| I’m not tryna reload
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| I’m not tryna figure why why why
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| And we try why? |
| when the past is so behind me
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| I’m not tryna reload
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| I’m not tryna reload
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| I’m not tryna figure why why why
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| And we try why? |
| when the past is so behind me
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| Lemme tell 'em
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| Eve, Konshens
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| I guess you fucked up
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| Kingston Jamaica
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| Worldwide global
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| New York
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| Oh, yeah |