| Yeah
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| I hold my weight, don’t weigh me down
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| Say it, don’t break it down
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| I’m not your bae
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| Brought 'em 'round, send 'em on ways
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| Oh, bring it down
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| 'Fore I put you in the hallway
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| Pray for my enemies
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| I end up drinkin' this Hennessy
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| I X-ray'd through all the jealousy
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| My pastor tell me don’t smoke no weed
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| I’m tryna think that it’s benefi-
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| God and the blood is my centerpiece
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| You touch the hair, then I’m at your head
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| Shit can get freaky, no Petey P.
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| Kill 'em all, kill 'em all
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| Kill 'em all, you got to kill 'em all
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| Say no more, say no more
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| Say no more, you don’t gotta say no more
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| Turn the lights
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| How do I know if you seeing wrong?
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| I know you planning to tell a lie
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| I wear my power, you see it on
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| How can I sacrifice?
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| They never planning on staying long
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| I know they hear what I’m saying, though
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| You better put it on speakerphone
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| Envisioning the roadway
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| Let a nigga know I’m not a throw away
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| One day I’ma dip, I’ma go away
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| Audemars, Lisbon, send up my beaujolais
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| I want a love like it’s poetry
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| And he gotta love that I’m a force
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| Little black book like my Coltrane
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| When I’m touched like this, feel like you my soulmate
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| If it’s not what I need, babe
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| Compliment space
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| Sometimes all I see is gray
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| Cloud fill my gaze
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| Don’t need you pushin' me away
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| Fill me up, drain
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| You know that’s why I keep gates
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| Kill 'em all
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| Wait, wait…
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| Kill 'em all
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| Wait, wait…
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| Turn the lights
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| How do I know if you seeing wrong?
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| I know you planning to tell a lie
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| I wear my power, you see it on
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| How can I sacrifice?
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| They never planning on staying long
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| I know they hear what I’m saying, though
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| You better put it on speakerphone
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| (Hello, please leave a message after the tone)
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| I know that you saw me fucking calling you, and you know that I was calling you
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| because you pressed decline. |
| Now, I already know that your niggas and that
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| bitch is in the front seat and I already know your phone is hooked up to
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| mothafuckin' bluetooth, so when you play this mothafuckin' voicemail back,
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| make sure you play it on mothafuckin' speakerphone, so everybody in the car
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| can hear that you got me all the way fucked up |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Speakerphone (Trust Issues) , by - Jean Deaux. Song from the album Empathy, in the genre Соул