| Your boyfriends about to become your ex-boyfriend
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| Them lonely nights won’t be nice so its sex toys then
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| See he wears the trousers
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| Thats where the deep held power dwells
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| Unfortunately theres no female parallels
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| It’s a man’s world, why would we help ourselves?
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| He strolls in smelling like female shower gels
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| Insulting your intelligence
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| Asking what’s the relevance of the fact you’ve never seeing Radox in this place
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| He needs a box in his face
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| You’re like, if your gonna cheat
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| At least be weary and clever
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| We did the shopping together
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| You bought Imperial Leather
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| Furthermore, who smells so fresh at 3pm?
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| And where’s your precious BBM?
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| That phone always seems to be on infront of me
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| But I can never seem to reach you on it, funnily
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| No, you weren’t at the gym
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| Cause where’s your gym bag?
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| Where’s the tension in your muscles you thin slag?
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| On Whatsapp your last seen every 5 minutes
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| Until i’ve got something to say
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| I’m sick of tryna guess who your fucking today
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| Who your tucking away
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| But see I’m stuck in a way
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| Cause I love you to death, but I hate this for the life of me
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| Why can we not have the most basic of privacy?
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| Why does she have to leave traces that I can see?
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| Why don’t you put in any effort when you lie to me?
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| So I don’t find scratches on your back
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| Why is there no dry patches on your back?
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| You barely cream a leg if I don’t scream and beg, so tell me
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| Which one of them ratchets on your sack
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| With a mattress and a flat, just gave you a massage
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| You wasn’t waved, you wasn’t charged
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| So you definitely remember
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| I’m making an effort
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| No I’m making an effort to keep my temper
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| But I don’t know why you’re stuttering
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| Maybe your chocking on a lie your uttering
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| But listen, if I find the slut again
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| I won’t cry i’ll cut her skin
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| If the shoe fits, wear it boy
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| (Do you know how crazy you sound right now)
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| If the shoe fits, wear it boy
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| Apart form lazy, you’re downright foul
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| See the drama breaks your boredum
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| You find it kinda live
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| If your day consisted of a more than a minor a 9 to 5
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| You wouldn’t stay so twisted and flawed
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| You would find some kinda drive
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| Instead of obsessing over having a man to squeeze
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| Coming up with these elaborate fantasies
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| Getting mad at different women
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| You need to get over your Dad and just forgive him
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| Yeah, I know
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| I know you had it bad in the beginning
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| But every ones dealing with the challenges of living (challenges of living)
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| I know your dad hurt you with his callous disposition
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| And his is malace of a villian
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| But it’s not my fault that a gyallis is within him
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| If I’m chattin' to a gyal, this isn’t sinning
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| Ey why are we having the same conversations that we had in the beginning?
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| A year and a month in
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| (Is my patience not appearing to run thin, or is there just a problem with your
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| hearing or something?)
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| If the shoe fits wear it boy
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| (If the shoes fits, I can’t fucking take it)
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| Nah that’s too much disrespect for you, fuck swallowing pride
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| How can such a massive prick, be so hollow inside?
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| He don’t even see this as an issue to attend to
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| He don’t resent you, and he won’t pretend to
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| You fight, he leaves, cause thats what men do
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| Part of you wants to follow his ride
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| But all hope for tomorrow has died
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| You kinda wanna catch him dating a next girl
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| Cause you’re sick and you’re tired of waiting to exhale
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| And set sail for the stress within
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| You even get selfless and message him
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| After you, use to be selfish and mess with him
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| Hours rolling by
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| First it’s slow replies, now it’s no reply
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| But after a night of violent drama
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| You would rather just find some kind of karma
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| A knight in shining armour
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| Now that’s when you realised i was golden guy
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| So you move like a spy, Austin Powers: Golden eye
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| Left your girlfriends place to get yourself some space
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| You never told a lie but you never told her why
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| Don’t deny, You was coming to my road alie?
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| Yeah
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| Tears gave you swollen eyes
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| Mandem on the corner try holla at you
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| But they see you walk to my door
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| And I know them guys
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| So there momentary hoping and scoping dies
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| That’s when I open up, arms open wide
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| Go chat to the mandem, alright |
| Go inside, take off your coat and pride
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| Our eyes coincide (yeahh)
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| I ask myself
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| Does she really wanna talk?
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| And I found no answer
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| Other than it’s probable
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| But if you was with your girls
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| Coming to me to talk about man trouble isn’t logical
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| I get a blanket from the cupboard
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| Thinking sod it all
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| You can’t stand it getting smothered and you sob some more
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| I know your in a little muddle and it’s horrible
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| That’s okay lets just cuddle in this corridor
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| Come here
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| I found you on the verge of disillusion
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| But you
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| Came here in search of a solution
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| Flesh on your body in perfect distribution
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| The fact he thinks hes worth it is amusing
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| What he’s a player?
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| This niggas losing
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| If I was him i’d be vexed for real
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| Look at the sex appeal, your figures oozing
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| Please don’t think this is standard customer service
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| I ain’t tryna make you feel flustered and nervous
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| Even though you’re sweet, you ain’t just a dessert
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| Cause without the cake, the custard is worthless
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| I know it feels good to be understood
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| But if someones got to do it, I’m the one that should
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| So let me take away the pain
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| It’s never too late to play the game
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| (It's never too late to play the game)
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| Then after the screams and tangled legs
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| The bubble baths and the beans and scrambled eggs
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| You won’t feel bad
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| How scandalous is this?
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| That will teach him not to handle his business
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| You better be careful what you say to me
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| (Fucking fool)
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| Cause it might turn around on you
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| You better be careful what you do to me
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| Cause somebody might do it to you |