| I can’t read your damn mind
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| But when I hold your hand, I
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| I can feel you
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| I can feel your life lines
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| I can’t read your damn mind
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| But when I hold your hand, I (Hey)
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| I can see you (I can see you, I can see you)
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| I can see you (I can see you, I can see you)
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| I can see you
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| She don’t love nobody
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| Still take care your body, it’s insane
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| He just wants my body
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| I can’t date no zombie, not my lane
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| Can’t wait in your lobby
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| Fuckin' ain’t no hobby, up your game
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| If you see somebody
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| Not just anybody, don’t say names
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| I gotta let go of rage
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| If I wanna turn that page
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| Loving me down
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| The build up is in my veins
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| If I wanna sing your name
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| Loving the way you taste
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| The blessing comes down, no praise
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| I can’t read your damn mind
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| But when I hold your hand, I
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| I can feel you
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| I can feel your life lines
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| I can’t read your damn mind
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| But when I hold your hand, I (Hey)
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| I can see you (I can see you, I can see you)
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| I can see you (I can see you, I can see you)
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| I can see you
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| Tell me what’s on your mind, stressin' you this evening (Why?)
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| I am not a palm reader, yeah
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| And I do not know telepathy (Nope)
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| So tell me what you stressin', you ain’t gotta tell me everything
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| But if you tell me nothin', shorty I ain’t singin' anything
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| And you gon' tell your best friend everything
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| Apparently, that’s that type of shit that «bring Black folk down»
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| Shit, or even if your skin ain’t brown
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| Quit, don’t be all petty Betty
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| Stuck in your ways like peanut butter without no jelly
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| You ain’t no gangsta, «Thug Life» tatted on your belly
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| You wearin' Band-Aids on your heart make you look like Nelly
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| Then you said hold your hand, like you tryna slow dance
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| You on that conscious shit, tryna put me in a trance
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| You said you can’t read my mind… shit…
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| I can’t read your damn mind
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| But when I hold your hand, I
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| I can feel you
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| I can feel your life lines
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| I can’t read your damn mind
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| But when I hold your hand, I (Hey)
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| I can see you (I can see you, I can see you)
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| I can see you (I can see you, I can see you)
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| I can see you
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| Something got you off in your life, somebody got at you wrong, there’s some
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| other shit going on over there that I don’t see. |
| You see what I’m saying?
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| Like, I see what you’re saying, and I feel you
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| I feel like…
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| Matter of fact, I agree with you, matter of fact
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| Nah, I agree with you too, but…
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| That’s what I’m saying, I agree with you
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| I feel like what you’re describing is like, literally empathy, like being
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| empathetic, like… instead of reacting or taking something personal when
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| somebody be on some bogus shit to you, like damn… you probably going through
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| some shit, you prolly, you know what I’m saying? |
| You got something going on in
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| your life
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| Nah, 'cause that’s where it stems from, like… thats where that…
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| Because you know how you feel when you, exactly
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| Yeah, I know how, I know how I’m feeling
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| That’s you empathizing with them
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| I’m just saying I know when I’m feeling nothing. |
| 'Cause I’m lowkey square right
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| now
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| Right
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| And I know you feeling something, I know the reason you giving me off is 'cause
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| you not square about something, but I ain’t did shit to you, so I know it’s
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| about something else |