| (Infinte, enough
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| Not again, come on, come on
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| Gotta go, fo' sure, fo' sure
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| I can’t move, can you look it down?
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| Lift it up, move out, move out
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| Prob’ly can’t, come on, come on
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| Closer, cause I’m out, I’m out
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| I’m leavin', you know I’m leavin)
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| People tight like spandex
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| Thought I was the man next
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| After the badge who submitted
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| Got locked down
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| Baby knocked down all the walls
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| That led straight to Ohio
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| The heart of it all and place
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| Where I started to fall
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| She had a body of heaven or hell
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| I can’t tell
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| Cause her ass say 'Hey!'
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| But her smile say 'What?' |
| (Say what?)
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| Cut to the chase
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| That I never could catch
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| Just gettin' caught up
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| In soft skin and hard luck
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| (Stuck) in between tryin' to stick
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| And makin' my pick
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| Feelin' more like a brick
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| As every day went by
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| I would try to let her know
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| But she knew how to play
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| Those love games, drive a man insane
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| Deceitful plain Jane
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| Had me swingin' like Tarzan
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| When I fell off the vine
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| Man she had no shame
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| And flip you out like flat tires
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| When she tried to gas me
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| Buyin' buckets and bottles
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| Puttin' the throttle to the metal
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| I was stuck pickin' petals
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| (Like 'she loves me, she loves me not)
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| But in the end
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| She just blew up my spot
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| (Mad aim)
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| Thinkin' if we were together
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| Then she’d prob’ly try to change me
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| And not go crazy, but I’m crazy anyway
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| (Cause she loves me not)
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| This is the getaway scene
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| It’s time to plot and scheme
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| To find another feem
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| To be down with my team
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| Cause this one shatterd my dreams
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| It doesn’t matter, it seems
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| Like she was never there
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| Heart breaker
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| Yeeeeah…
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| Used to feel like heaven
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| When I tickled her spot
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| From the age of eleven to nine
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| (Felt to mine)
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| I was shut like blinds to the ways of ladies
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| I couldn’t remember
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| (Of all my letters she’s the main sender)
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| Puttin' strain on levels of my life didn’t happen
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| Tappin' into me
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| Seein' that hurt was all supposed to be
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| And was it possible that she got way too close to me?
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| Cause in my face and under my nose
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| Were things I didn’t see
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| But were my eyes open?
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| Was my wakin' up to my crib (smokin' and flamin')?
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| For these types of things there’s no containment
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| So the moments of meditation got longer, deeper
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| Wonderin' if I would (leave her), if I should (keep her)
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| My sister told me I should never be a thrill seeker
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| Shorty knew me way back when I used to boost sneakers
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| Connected like a hand and wrist to stay stiff
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| Lookin' in her eyes always took me on a strange trip
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| Plus the words that she spoke seemed true
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| When she said 'I dreamt of you'
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| Who knew that 'you' wasn’t me?
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| Puttin' images in the mind is just a possibility
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| And my emotional state began to slowly fluctuate
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| (I found letters)
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| On how she loved some other cat better
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| And it got explicit (internal organs felt twisted)
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| I knew from the beginnin' but somethin' said 'risk it'
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| Like the mention of the name
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| If you’re never injured, no pain, right?
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| (Infinte, enough
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| Not again, come on, come on
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| Gotta go, fo' sure, fo' sure
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| I can’t move, can you look it down?
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| Lift it up, move out, move out
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| Prob’ly can’t, come on, come on
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| Closer, cause I’m out, I’m out
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| I’m leavin', you know I’m leavin)
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| Yeeeeah… |