| I try to play cool
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| Actin' like what you do don’t phase me, don’t phase me
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| Meanwhile I’m sittin' at home, all alone
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| Tryin' to keep myself from goin' crazy
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| When I’m in the house, when I think about
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| When I see you out, when I hear about
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| I want my baby back! |
| And I thought it would be easy
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| But it’s hard for me to let you GO~!
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| (Baby don’t) GO! |
| (Baby don’t) go!
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| (Baby don’t) go (baby don’t)
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| Now I’m better than your ex, gon' be better than your next
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| Baby Screwed Up so you better be from Tex-as
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| Can’t seem to doubt that I creamed her out
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| Now you dream about how I turned Nieman out
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| Nothin' to scream about just back your Beemer out
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| Pack it up in the trunk, go back to Kima house
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| Cause I can play cool, but I can’t play fool
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| There’s options in break up, you ever play pool?
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| Better do you cause I damn sure does me
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| And what your buzz be is only because of me
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| The wifey, hus-by, never was me
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| I does me, trust me
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| I don’t wanna another you so I’mma slide (yup)
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| But I got another boo, on the side, bay-bay
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| I try to play cool
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| Actin' like what you do don’t phase me, don’t phase me
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| Meanwhile I’m sittin' at home, all alone
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| Tryin' to keep myself from goin' crazy
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| When I’m in the house, when I think about
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| When I see you out, when I hear about
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| I want my baby back! |
| And I thought it would be easy
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| But it’s hard for me to let you GO!
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| (Baby don’t) GO! |
| (Baby don’t) go!
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| (Baby don’t) go (baby don’t)
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| Through the time I been alone, time I spent on phones
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| Know you ain’t lettin' them climb up in my throne
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| Now, baby that lime with that Patron
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| Have me talkin' crazy, it’s time to come on home
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| Now, I talk with someone above
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| It’s okay to lose your pride over someone you love
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| Don’t lose someone you love though over your pride
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| Stick with 'cha entree and get over your side
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| We break up to make up at Jacob’s baby
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| Her parents fought too, I’m the makeup baby
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| Wake up baby, love 'll have you open though
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| I mean you seen Tom Cruise on the Oprah show
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| So I just can’t bet on the next hand
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| There’s too much in this pot just to give to the next man
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| Now if you ain’t never went through it you ain’t really into it
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| The next rap to show you I really been through it
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| Every other day I’m givin' the love away
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| That’s what your friend’s sister or little brother say
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| If I’mma do somethin', it’s the undercover way
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| When them hatin ass watchdogs look the other way
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| And others may not see that we need each other
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| But if we on the same page we can read each other
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| They should learn us, instead of try to turn us
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| Mr. and Ms. Smith, we both got the burners — UP~!
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| If you love your baby then turn this up
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| Know we keep this hot like a Thermos cup
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| Relax, don’t be Tryin' to perm us up
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| We already straight — yes
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| Fab we gon' have to make a dance to this song man!
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| Y’knahmean; |
| ain’t no WAY you can’t dance on this
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| Uh, T-Pain!
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| I want my baby back! |
| And I thought it would be easy
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| But it’s hard for me to let you GO! |