| It may seem like our fire
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| Has been a little burnt out we tired
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| We only need to stay close
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| In time, sparks will fly
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| (And we fly too, and we, and we,
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| And we fly too)
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| Baby you deserve the whole enchilada
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| Gucci and Prada
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| Toast to the days when I didn’t have a dollar
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| You stuck around even when the world frowned on me
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| Kicked me when I was down, and so they clowned on me
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| Down for me, my homie
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| You better believe, I know your home girl said you should leave
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| Know you as tired like the Michelin man
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| What if Gina would have listened to Pam?
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| Now they hate to see us last this long
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| When they get my album, probably pass this on
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| Thought they knew me, well
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| Money can’t buy you happiness that’s true as hell
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| The happiness can’t buy yo' ass this new SL
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| I love you like the fat kid loves cakes and shit
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| I love you like the bad kid love breakin' shit
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| Ride and die chick fighting insecurities
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| Wanna a ring and my last name for securities
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| I know my style ain’t perfect
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| I know my smile ain’t perfect
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| Nigga ain’t perfect, it’s true
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| Funny though I am perfect for you
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| All the drama seem worth it for you
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| She put up with the shit like she work at the zoo, true
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| Now what you crying for?
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| She says you ain’t gon' settle down, what you lyin' for?
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| She want that old thing back
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| Things ain’t the same, think we both seen that
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| Love is war, end up on the floor
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| But baby you only loose when you don’t swing back
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| I say those word hoping that,
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| You fight for a nigga like I fight for you
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| Like I fight temptations every night for you
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| And know I slip, only girl in my life is you |