| I just need to clear my mind now
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| It’s been racin' since the summertime
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| Now I’m holdin' down the summer now
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| And all I want is what I can’t buy now
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| 'Cause I ain’t got the money on me right now
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| And I told you to wait
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| Yeah, I told you to wait
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| So I’ma need a little more time now
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| 'Cause I ain’t got the money on me right now
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| And I thought you could wait
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| Yeah, I thought you could wait
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| These bitches surroundin' me
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| All want something out me
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| Then they talk about me
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| Would be lost without me
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| We could’ve been somebody
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| Thought you’d be different 'bout it
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| Now I know you not it
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| So let’s get on with it
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| We could’ve been somebody
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| 'stead you had to tell somebody
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| Let’s take it back to the first party
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| When you tried your first molly
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| And came out of your body
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| And came out of your body
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| Running naked down the lobby
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| And you was screamin' that you love me
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| Before the limelight tore ya
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| Before the limelight stole ya
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| Remember we were so young
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| When I would hold you
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| Before the blood on the leaves
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| I know there ain’t wrong with me
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| Something strange is happenin'
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| You could’ve been somebody
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| We could’ve, ugh, we could’ve been somebody
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| Or was it on the first party
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| When we tried our first molly
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| And came out of our body
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| And came out of our body
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| Before they call lawyers
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| Before you tried to destroy us
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| How you gon' lie to the lawyer?
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| It’s like I don’t even know ya
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| I gotta bring it back to the 'nolia
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| Fuck them other niggas 'cause I’m down with my niggas
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| Fuck them other niggas 'cause I’m down with my niggas
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| Fuck them other niggas 'cause I’m down with my niggas
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| I ride with my niggas, I’d die for my…
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| To all my second-string bitches, tryin' get a baby
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| Tryin' get a baby, now you talkin' crazy
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| I don’t give a damn if you used to talk to JAY-Z
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| He ain’t with you, he with Beyoncé, you need to stop actin' lazy
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| She Instagram herself like #BadBitchAlert
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| He Instagram his watch like #MadRichAlert
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| He only wanna see that ass in reverse
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| Two-thousand-dollar bag with no cash in your purse
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| Now you sittin' courtside, wifey on the other side
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| Gotta keep 'em separated, I call that apartheid
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| Then she said she pregnant-ated, that’s the night your heart died
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| Then you gotta go and tell your girl and report that
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| Main reason 'cause your pastor said you can’t abort that
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| Now your driver say that new Benz, you can’t afford that
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| All that cocaine on the table, you can’t snort that
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| That go into that, all that money that the court got
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| All in on that alimony, uh
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| Yeah-yeah, she got you, homie, yeah
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| 'Til death, but do your part, uh
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| Unholy matrimony
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| That summer night holdin' long and long, 'din long
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| Now waiting for the summer rose and (Breathe)
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| And breathe and breathe
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| And breathe and breathe
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| And breathe and breathe
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| And live and learn
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| And live and learn
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| And livin' and livin' like I’m lonely
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| Lonely, lonely
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| And livin' all I have
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| And livin' all
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| And live
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| And live |