| Been about three days and I'm comin' back
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| I'm about four minutes from a heart attack
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| And I think you make me a maniac
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| But you don't know
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| Two years and we in between
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| But we both been real since we seventeen
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| Here we go, fist fight in a limousine
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| But they don't know
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| And we both hope there's something
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| But we bo-both keep fronting
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| And it's a closed discussion
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| And I'm thinking "damn, if these walls could talk"
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| (Oh-oh-oh)
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| Well, they'd be like
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| (Oh-oh-oh)
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| "Shit is crazy right?"
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| (Oh-oh-oh)
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| "That ain't your baby no more"
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| Been about two weeks since you went away
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| I'm about halfway through a Cabernet
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| There I go, I'm wastin' a Saturday
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| Sittin' at ho-home
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| Told my new roommate not to let you in
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| But you're so damn good with a bobby pin
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| Now you gon' play me like a violin
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| Hittin' these no-notes
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| And we both hope there's something
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| But we bo-both keep fronting
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| And it's a closed discussion
|
| And I'm thinking "damn, if these walls could talk"
|
| (Oh-oh-oh)
|
| Well, they'd be like
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| (Oh-oh-oh)
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| "Shit is crazy right?"
|
| (Oh-oh-oh)
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| "That ain't your baby no more"
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| (Oh-oh-oh)
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| Hey
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| (Oh-oh-oh)
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| No more
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| (Oh-oh-oh)
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| "That ain't your baby no more"
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| (Oh-oh-oh) |