| You can drop a «Wet Floor» sign down for the tears
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| God and my court date, the two things I fear
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| Man, they tryna give a nigga years
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| I’m tryna figure if I should even appear, or
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| Should I escape town? |
| Catch a Greyhound
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| Change my name, right — catch a plane flight
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| Out the country, let them ma’fuckas hunt me
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| Come and catch me if you want me
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| Know they’ll lock me if I stay
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| But… where I’mma run to?
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| I got a good girl, we got a son too
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| And all we went through, we ain’t see eye-to-eye
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| But what you told me way back, you was a ride-or-die
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| So if they give me one, or give me two
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| Or if a nigga gotta sit down and do a few
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| Before I go, baby, I gotta know, what would you do?
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| Would you find someone new or would you stay?
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| Like the hoes when they lay with me?
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| Puppy eyes when I go, sayin' «stay with me»
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| Aw, girl, you bad as Hell
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| And yet I’d love to —
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| But see I got a girl I’m really makin' love to
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| Therefore I’m feelin' a lot more guilty when I rub you
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| That’s why I skip all of that kissin' when I fuck you
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| Flush the condom down the toilet then I skate
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| I had you, but you can’t have me, I never stay
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| Stay…
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| Ha! |
| Life in a hometown, ‘fore I could take a step
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| I’m gettin' grown now
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| And startin' to notice that I see the same hoes 'round
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| Guess they had to go ‘round, my raps is profound
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| I got the flows but yet a nigga ain’t got no sound
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| Copped a beat machine, I’m cookin' up my own now
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| Got my mind on the city where it goes down
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| See, if I’mma get to where I’m goin' then I can’t stay
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| Although I love it here
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| I’ll be damned if I sit around another year
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| Dreamin' dreams, hopin' somehow that they just appear
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| The hardest part of leavin' is to know my mother’s here
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| Oh, but I’m comin' back — oh boy, believe that
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| Let’s show the lil' niggas, boy, you can achieve that
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| Got the city on my shoulders, piggy back
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| Hello, my name is Cole and I’m here to stay… |