| Knowing that you’re loved more than you thought
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| Sleep loved, sleep loved
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| Verse One
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| I used to dream about her, more than a brief encounter
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| I used to watch from a distance while older men surround her
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| In expensive whips, more than likely flippin' bricks
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| Knowing in my mind I couldn’t give her shit
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| And knowing I was never on her level, I’m hardly very successful
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| I’m hardly anything special and she was never plain jane-ing
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| I guess she’d know my name if I was big in entertainment
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| I’d bring her to my show to watch me on the microphone
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| Pacing up and down the stage and got the flyest Nike’s on
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| Take her to my crib and spoon her
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| And switch the music up to something smoother
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| She precious I could be her jeweler
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| Much later than sooner we had to part ways
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| But kissed me on the lips around the 21st day of November
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| I still remember, I always gave would never lend her for agenda
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| She couldn’t say I was the last of the big spenders
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| September to December, that was the trimester
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| A super-fly sister, meet her for lunch when she free, City of Westminster
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| I should have made her my wife
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| But now I’m sitting here like Michael Jackson singing that she out of my life,
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| sleep
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| Knowing that you’re loved more than you thought
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| (check it, ch-ch-check it)
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| Sleep loved, (check it, ch-ch-check it)
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| Sleep loved
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| Verse Two
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| She used to call me late night and talk dirty til' the early hours
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| She compliment my hair was curly, she was curvy
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| Flowers was the aroma of her jersey
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| As she leaned in to kiss me
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| Told me about this dude she was seeing who acting shifty
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| He pissed her off like a kidney
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| Now she chilling in my room while I trim my Pops hair
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| He told me «you can get any girl in the world but be clear
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| You only got one shot, don’t fuck it up, cos from there your chance is over
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| You gonna see as you get older»
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| So I console her when she’s crying on my shoulder
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| Over and over, I told her beauty’s in the eye of the beholder
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| She told me hold her, had the body of a Coca-Cola bottle
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| But emotionally it’s like she on a roller-coaster
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| She couldn’t see what was wrong, I had to diagnose her
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| She’s so attracted to dudes who like to fuck her over
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| Something bout' the drama, the rah-rah, the marijuana
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| Something bout' them dudes she investigating like Panorama
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| And now her heart is open sesame like Ali Baba
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| She look into my eyes and told me they mysterious
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| And wanna know the future, but today it’s just precarious… sleep |