| We got one life to live, two lives to care for
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| So don’t wonder how I’m feeling
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| Three times I played the villain
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| My hindsight’s 20/20, but I can’t look back
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| Can’t argue too loud in public 'cause we can’t act black
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| No tears and we drowning anger 'cause we can’t look sad
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| My only fear is that I’m falling for the same damn trap
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| These women having conditions they been waiting to snap
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| Might as well be fucking bone sex forensically mapped
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| Phone tap, tapping my temple, now what is the issue?
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| Another magazine shoot, shooting texts that I miss you
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| This baggage I brought along got me standing against you
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| Thinking about it all, it was all my fault
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| All my wins, and subsequently all my loss
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| Never wanted to give you all but got parts still lost
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| Felt highest though when I fall, played it in my cards
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| Felt highest though when I fall, played it in my cards
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| It’s like
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| It’s too early for the bad man
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| It’s too early for the good soul
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| Its feeling like a wasteland
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| We’re playing to help the good soul
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| It’s too early for the bad man |
| It’s too early for the good soul
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| Its feeling like a wasteland
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| We’re playing to help the good soul |