| He never treats you like, your a treat right
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| I’m a treat you like, you’re my favorite type
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| And be a good boy to get it
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| Never sweat it, just let it Let it rain
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| Let it poor, like a plane let it soar/sore
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| The softest love hardcore
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| Take it to The Roots -- Do you want more?!
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| The route is love, there ain’t no exit
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| Begin with love and let the friendship
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| Take you to a new height
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| Call me on the phone we can talk all night
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| See I know how treat a queen, yeah
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| Plus I know what a friendship means
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| We could start as team
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| You and me against the world
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| Its okay, go head, ask yourself girl
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| Is he everything you want… and everything you need…
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| Is he everything you want… and everything you need…
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| He doesn’t pay attention -- he’s just listening
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| He doesn’t do the do -- he says the right thing
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| And he’s never forth coming — thinks problems are only solved by coming/cumming,
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| back around in spheres
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| He’s not really honest or clear
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| He only opens up on a few beers
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| He rather be chilling with his peers
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| Than build for years to come
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| Yo, See I known where home is
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| If you my queen then I know were the throne is — pllus the bonus
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| He did alright; |
| but I do you better
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| Guess what it’ll only get better
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| The provider, the protector
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| We are equals cause I respect her
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| So before we get to passion
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| Go ahead girl you could start asking
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| Before we get steamy in the back of the truck
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| Buckle up buckle up buckle up buckle ahh
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| (Its okay baby girl)
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| Go ahead; |
| check yourself for you wreck yourself come on…
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| Before we get steamy in the back of the truck
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| Buckle up buckle up buckle-luck-a-luck ahh
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| (Its okay baby girl)
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| Go ahead; |
| check yourself for you wreck yourself come on… |