| Now tell me what they both supposed to do
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| They really don’t seem compatible and it’s a crying shame
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| She says he doesn’t do what he’s supposed to do
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| He says she never changes her attitude so it’s crying shame
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| Verse One
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| I knew this chick named «Shame» she was crying I asked why?
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| And she told me she ain’t trying to keep from dying
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| She’s half black and half Hawaiian and keeps lying to herself
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| And keeps denying that she can be much more
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| I pondered with such thought remained silent
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| She got a dude who’s very violent
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| He gives her black eyes when he cannot control her every movement
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| She wants it to stop but ain’t prepared to lose him
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| It sounds kind of stupid and now he moved in and ain’t left
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| Now being at home is like facing death
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| She doesn’t work she doesn’t study, he doesn’t worry
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| He’s out late she calls him «come home» he doesn’t hurry
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| And gets mad hen her family calls
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| Like she didn’t know nobody before, that’s not all
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| He forces her to take care of his son
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| No it’s not her child it’s a previous one while he’s out
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| With his friends having mad fun everyday
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| And treating life like a vacation
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| Yo but she get no part of that holiday
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| And now she on Prozac popping like one a day, it’s not a game
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| She let her dude become her downfall now it’s all looking grim
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| Now it’s not about her it’s all him
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| And everyday is like a loop of the day prior
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| But she doesn’t seem to tire, it’s a crying shame
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| Verse Two
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| Yo, I knew this dude called «Crying Shame» always weeping
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| Asked the reason and that’s when he commenced the speaking
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| About his girlfriend, no job, lazy person
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| Doesn’t work hard, sits around watching TV life easy
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| She flirts with his friends no ends to the nonsense
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| Doesn’t use her common sense, he the breadwinner
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| Comes home to find no dinner, stereo playing
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| Every other light is on when bills need paying
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| He’s sick with her lifestyle all has is just a nice smile
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| Cute style but her inside empty
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| No focus, she way past her early twenties
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| And her phone never stops ringing
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| She spends half the morning in the mirror singing
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| And eating all the groceries
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| Said he didn’t think that this the way that love supposed to be
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| Plus he thinks she got a man on the side
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| The way she whispers, she plays the mistress
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| And gets new jewels just after Christmas
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| It went from magic and turned to tragic
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| She steals from him and if he confronts her
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| She turns around to say she wouldn’t do that she loves him
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| It’s just words but they strong enough to keep em' together
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| So he lives through her every endeavour
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| And everyday is a repeat of the previous
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| But nothing changes so I guess it ain’t serious, a crying shame
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| Outro
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| Such a crying shame |