| This is a story about love
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| About the beauty of having it
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| And the agony of losing it
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| Nah, those ain’t his kids, but shit they might as well be
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| He kept food on that table, made sure they was nice and healthy
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| They got a dead-beat father, but such a stand-up daddy
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| He can’t figure out why his children’s mom is so unhappy
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| He notice little things, she starting arguments more often
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| And he ain’t coming home to that plate of food like before when
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| Everything was new and every night was tender love and care
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| Now he laying down on this side, she way the fuck over there
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| Can’t even look in his eyes, missing the way she stared
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| As he told her how he felt, while his fingers ran through her hair
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| No communication, their whole relationship’s «Hi & Bye»
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| He used to hate shopping with her, now everything’s buying fly
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| The other day he asked himself «you just sitting here crying, why?»
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| Them tears won’t make you see things clear, nigga dry your eyes
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| Y’all best friends, this was built on a lot of loving
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| You wanna get back to the top, get to the bottom of this
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| It don’t feel too good on the wake up
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| No breakfast cooking, you smell it’s in the breakup
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| Time just running by, while his heart is yelling «wait up!»
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| How they still together, but he praying that they make up
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| It don’t feel too good in the evening
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| No dinner cooked, you can smell it’s in the deceiving
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| Everybody home, still he feels all alone
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| And he did what no man should ever do.
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| He went through shorty phone
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| Smiley face, LOL
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| «I miss you, when I’m seeing you again boy, what the hell?»
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| And he replied «Hey boo, you know I miss you as well»
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| «I just can’t play this game no longer, now give this boy his farewell»
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| And she replied «I know but…»
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| Homie can’t read no more
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| Threw her iPhone on the floor and let out the most hurtful roar
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| Then she walk in the door and say «Baby, are you OK?»
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| He said «Bitch I ain’t your baby, what games is you tryna play?»
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| Held up her phone like, «Really, this what you doing while I’m away»
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| «Busting my ass, taking care of them bills that you never pay»
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| And all she had to say was «you went through my phone?»
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| It’s fine, he screaming «how 'bout the kids?», she yelling «well those is mine!»
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| The love turned into hate and the hate turned to despise
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| All in a matter of seconds he wanted her not alive
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| Threw his hand around her neck and squeezed, she coughing for her breath
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| He lost it, wants to lay her in that coffin for a rest
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| Suddenly, she starts to feel the air restoring in her chest
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| His little boy is on her right side, his daughter on her left
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| They crying, she crying, he crying, what a mess
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| Looking around like «man, none of this shit is right"and so he left
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| Filled his gas tank up and then came flying out that hes
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| Driving while he’s stressed, no kind of destination, but my guess is
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| He ain’t care where he was going and how long it take to get there
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| His heart and soul was weak, he on the local street in fifth gear
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| I was wrong though, he knew where he was going to do and just why
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| He pulled up to that lake where they had met that one July
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| Looking in his rearview at a life that look so dry
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| The water seemed refreshing, so he floated
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| And told the world goodbye
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| Is love once filled in wake up
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| Tears steady dripping, people tripping on the way up
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| They view him in that casket hoping mybe he would wake up
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| His suit is extra sharp, they did a good job on his make-up
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| Don’t feel too good on this evening
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| A lot of dinner cooking, smell the scent of flowers breathing
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| Packed funeral home, still he feels all alone
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| Cause he did what no man should ever do.
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| He went through shorty phone
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| It’s wrong so hard
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| It’s wrong so hard
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| It’s wrong, it’s wrong
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| Everybody knows it’s wrong
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| Baby? |
| Baby?
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| The TCS telephone number you dialed is temporarily not in service.
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| Message five-sixty-one; |
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