| Girl, you know I must love you
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| Look at all the things you put me through
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| I know I do things too
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| La-la-la-la-la-la-laaa
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| I don’t know what to do
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| Sometimes I get so confused
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| Should I leave and find someone new
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| La-la-la-la-la-la-laaa
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| Sometimes you make me feel like a king
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| Everytime I turn around my baby’s buyin me things
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| Rockport boots, leather coats, hats, and jeans
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| At this rate she’s sure to get a ring
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| (But go!) Sometimes you make me feel real low
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| Bickerin' about the groupies and the hoes I know
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| Smilin' in my face at each and every show I throw
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| Do you propose I go? |
| I don’t know
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| (But stay!) Cause when I think that this won’t last
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| I reminisce on how you helped me through shit in the past
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| And all of a sudden things don’t seem so bad
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| And I’m back gettin' the ass (they ain’t stupid)
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| You should go, we beef, you say it’s all my fault
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| Like I’m the one responsible for every time we fought
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| But when I’m packing up my shit you say we need to talk
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| Now should I stay or walk?
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| (I can’t help you on this one, man)
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| (Stay!) The other night we went to dinner to chill
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| So we could talk about our problems and the way we feel
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| Perfect therapy over a Red Lobster meal
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| Now this is love for real (I like this, do your thing)
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| (Then go!) But then you start trippin' on some waitress shit
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| Like she was too friendly, you couldn’t take this shit
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| Playin' me like a nigga used to date the chick
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| She tryin' to make a tip (cut that bullshit out, man)
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| (But stay!) After a drink or two, we chilled out
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| And talked while the waitress brought the meals out
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| We ate like grown-ups and talked it out
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| I even held the door open when I walked you out (uh huh)
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| (But go!) Before I knew it, she pissed again
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| Mad cause I got up and slipped a ten
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| She wasn’t actin' rude, why you trippin' then?
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| Now you actin' like a bitch again (fuck that shit!) |