| Now tell me what you looking for
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| Can’t nobody help you but yourself no more
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| And you been wastin' my time
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| Looking at me like yo problems mine
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| Whachu thinking bout
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| You gotta different style
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| Wanna taste that word of mouth
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| But lately we ain’t working out
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| And I hate to rhyme bout love
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| It’s more bout lust
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| There’s no more us
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| This circumstance gone leave you crushed
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| But the sun comes up
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| A brand new day to reevaluate my trust and test my luck
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| Wonder how they break me down and build me up
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| We hate to love
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| That feelin hit me when I sobered up
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| While makin love somewhere by the ocean front
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| That’s wassup
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| Sipping on that passion fruit
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| She got the attitude to make you feel like you the reason she been in a bad mood
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| I usually throw light upon those negatives and improve
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| Focus on what we did do and smile like them kids do
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| You gotta learn to let it be
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| I’m not the type to let one rainy day upset my week
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| Cause we can rest in peace without fulfilling destinies
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| So count your blessins, b
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| It’s all good if you let it be
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| Tell me what you
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| Now tell me what you looking for
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| Can’t nobody help you but yourself no more
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| And you been wastin' my time
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| Looking at me like yo problems mine
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| Is we gone drink or what?
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| Toast to old times or what?
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| What is you faking for?
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| I got that good or what?
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| Kissing in that jeep wrangler
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| Pulling your jeans or nah?
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| Don’t want to think of the truth of not having ya |