| At first they appreciate
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| And then you worth depreciates, I’m good money
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| I initiate the break up, wait up
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| Ball player finger roll with him who she laid up
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| So I stayed up
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| She pulled on the block, around 6 o’clock nigga straight up
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| I start to giggle, she smell all sprayed up
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| She shocked to see me on the way up
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| She said she took a OJ, it’s cold I’m heated
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| I’m thinking more OJ, Nicole, just leave it
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| That’s me in third person
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| What we about, your whereabouts, I heard you was working
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| That’s what you told me
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| Wait, wait, why your eyes watery? |
| And what you mean hold me?
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| What we had girl’s gone in the wind
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| Just call my cab and never call me again, ah
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| So good, how the hell we get so wrong?
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| So together, how the hell we get so torn?
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| Fuck it, we throw it in the wind or
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| Fuck it, we blowing in the wind
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| I ain’t never ever felt like this for no one
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| But if you say it’s over there but is it done done?
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| Fuck it, we throw it in the wind
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| Aw fuck it, we blowing in the wind
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| Now I’m in the presidential, all by myself |
| Presidential, Obama, self
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| Before it felt like wealth now all this weight on my chest
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| Kinda felt like Phelps, meaning his medals
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| Before in any evening it was rose petals
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| And this the recovery stage, as Derek Rose petals
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| Planning his return
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| I compare it, it’s sorta similar
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| I’m reminded that it burns
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| My concerns is no longer there
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| To keep it short, I no longer care
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| And you can blame yourself for that
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| Was giving you the Benjis
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| You was stingy with your selfish acts
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| This from heaven from my boys
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| Well on me you was sinning
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| Now I’m sending you the voice mail
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| What we had girl’s gone in the wind
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| I can’t call it, never call me again
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| Nah, for real
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| So good, how the hell we get so wrong?
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| So together, how the hell we get so torn?
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| Fuck it, we throw it in the wind or
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| Fuck it, we blowing in the wind
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| I ain’t never ever felt like this for no one
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| But if you say it’s over there but is it done done?
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| Fuck it, we throw it in the wind
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| Aw fuck it, we blowing in the wind
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| Maybe we win to fight
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| Maybe our love is drifting in the end |
| Maybe I hurt your heart
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| How could your pride convince you not to care?
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| So good, how the hell we get so wrong?
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| So together, how the hell we get so torn?
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| Fuck it, we throw it in the wind or
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| Fuck it, we blowing in the wind
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| I ain’t never ever felt like this for no one
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| But if you say it’s over there but is it done done?
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| Fuck it, we throw it in the wind
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| Aw fuck it, we blowing in the wind |