| I can see what you’re saying
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| Definitely see that
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| What I’m saying is
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| Just give me a hug
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| We don’t have to think about it like that
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| I know, I know, it hurts
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| Here, give me hug
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| I really could have been more
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| Perceptive to what you came for
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| I guess the lesson is before you change doors
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| Change locks, change floors
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| Tried to keep you in the same field, same force
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| That he was in when we was in a major game loss
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| Can’t play the game with two pitchers, one mound
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| Either head is swingin' with my head down
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| In the beginning, I was thinkin' what’s the damage though
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| Advantage you, love no
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| Not considerin' your time spent
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| Not considerin' your lies that were mine over time spanned
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| Or how I feel if maybe if in my feelings
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| I would start to get the feeling of being the one played
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| Considering maybe you were saying things too
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| That came as easily as things do
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| I know, I know, I know, I know
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| And maybe I could work someone else out
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| I know, I know, I know, I know
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| And we could make this work
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| I know, I know, I know, I know
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| Nah, hilarious, ha ha
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| I guess the joke is on Jean
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| Playing the fucking field with no team
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| Guess I had a lot of nerve to keep ‘em closely
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| And never nervous, thinking shit was keeping toasty
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| You’re doing too much, wish my niggas told me
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| And in the clutch I wish my crutch had been to notice it
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| That I was all up in the crushes like I’m Jodeci
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| Feenin', or JoJo on the floor, heaving
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| We were on the road to being major, Deegan
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| We were on our board baby, swore the train was leaving
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| But not the train, like a train, heathen
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| Fuck it, I’m just tired of tryna explain even
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| Luck would have it, I don’t have a habit of believing
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| Motherfuckers who sucker you to stab it and then leave it
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| I’m a fucking elitist, rapping, undefeated
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| Trying to play a game I never motherfucking needed
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| Now Jeanie gotta go, I was saying that
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| In retrospect no disrespect
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| What everybody says, before they play your deck
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| I mean read your cards
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| You know? |
| Hip your bars, bars, bars
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| I never meant to get fly, slide on the get-by
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| It’s not my style, next time I exit like a jet pilot
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| Eject up, I mean the high way
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| Not the highway, I mean the more desired way
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| Shut up, okay
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| I probably shouldn’t explain nothin'
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| Not in the double-negative way, I mean nothin'
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| Really all just said what I could say, fuck it
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| I’ve overextended my stay, bucket
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| List, I cross off the crosswind
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| That’s what I call this inevitable crossing
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| It’s a terrible loss and I’m more terrible for it
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| Fuck it, I’m just kidding, this whole thing was awesome
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| Ah, shit, I probably shouldn’t laugh
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| That’s right, that’s wrong, right
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| No, it’s not funny, it’s not funny
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| I’m not laughing
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| I’m—no, I’m—this is me caring about your feelings
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| Please, help me to help you
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| If you just—you should probably take your pants off
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| Cause I want to give you a hug
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| I wanna give you a hug
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| A close hug, a really close hug, a naked hug
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| Now, are you mad?
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| Are you leaving?
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| Oh um, will you call me tomorrow?
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| No? |
| Okay. |
| Okay, don’t answer that
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| Okay, I wasn’t thinking about—okay
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| It’s cool, it’s cool
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| I understand, I understand
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| No, I lied so, that’s probably bad for you
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| And also me, and me
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| Yes, don’t do that and I get that now
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| And I want to make it up to you
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| Can I just talk to you in the other room?
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| I talk a lot better when I’m laying down
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| No? |
| You know?
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| Alright, well, fuck it |