| What? |
| What? |
| What? |
| What? |
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| What?
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| What’s that even mean?
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| What’s that supposed to mean?
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| Why you standing so close to me?
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| In this loud ass club
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| But I don’t feel like myself
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| I haven’t in weeks
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| I couldn’t tell you what I’m searching for
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| Never put it to words before, but
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| I’m looking at her like she holding the answers
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| Smelling her hair on the low while she pass me
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| Got a hole in my abdomen
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| She be looking like some grocery bags
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| Intuition talking to me, trynna hold me back
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| I said: I know what you are, what am I?
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| Told inner child, cover your eyes, took her aside like
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| Do you need a hand?
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| 'Cause I do, I do
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| Oh, oh, you got a man?
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| That’s cool, that’s cool
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| That’s great
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| Wait, do he understand you?
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| I do, do-do-do-do-do
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| What? |
| What? |
| What? |
| What?
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| What? |
| What? |
| What? |
| What?
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| What?
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| What’s that supposed to mean?
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| Why you standing so close to me?
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| Nah, I ain’t vibin' at all
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| I’m just by the wall, sippin'
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| Go ahead and beat me up Scotty Pippin I’m done
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| I couldn’t tell you what I’m searching for
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| Never put it in words before but
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| Now this dude looking at me like
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| He been watching me watching this girl all night, uh shit
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| But this girl look like she just might what?
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| Yeah, feel like I’m out of my body
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| If I got into hers, that would solve it, prolly
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| Try to not have hate in my heart
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| All these wack kats making it hard
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| If I see one more chump with a lady who shoulda been mine
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| On my future child, I’mma break him apart
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| Yeah, I’m in the corner looking for Latifah
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| When I see her I’mma be like: «pardon me, love» but |