| Just me and you girl
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| Whoa oh
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| Just me and you girl
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| Whoa oh
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| Trying to sneak upstairs to your apartment
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| Aren’t you a sight for red eyes
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| I just flew in and slipped in on your left side
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| Just a satin gown, you asleep with no make-up
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| I’m just tryna be inside you 'fore you wake up
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| Just me and you girl
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| Whoa oh
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| We had problems but it’s all in the past
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| Everybody got problems baby, algebra class
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| Remember I used to do things that’d make you laugh
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| Like orderin' a girl drink in a masculine glass
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| You like piña coladas, getting caught in the rain
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| Or rocking flannels all summer like Kurt Cobain
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| Or that Dolce Gabbana with a few gold chains
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| And you the type of girl that probably deserve a new last name
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| But, they never let us do our thing
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| Everybody lying on who I bang
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| We was on fire but they blew our flame
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| Ain’t no denying baby you have changed
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| Cause now your high heels clicking, your lip gloss glisten
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| Your hips start switching, you’re pissed off, tripping
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| Cause even when we’re kissing baby girl feel different
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| Friends all diss him like, «No he didn’t?
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| No he didn’t, is you talking about Kitten?
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| Is that bitch still stripping?
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| Trying to get a pair of Christians?»
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| I swear to God that they got you going crazy
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| But you play it off and say, «How is work baby?»
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| Well some of the models is too coked up to walk straight
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| But seem to still love the man that they all hate
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| But babe I call you back and say that you say that always
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| And kept me on the phone and demanded they all wait
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| See, she knew about all my lies the whole time
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| And my credit’s so bad I can’t get no one to cosign
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| I would’ve thought she would’ve bust in the door cryin'
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| But she upped and left a nigga and she ain’t give me no sign
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| Now, she back in the club in a tight dress
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| With dreams of someday wearing a white dress
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| Seen with some lame, it’s a miracle that she’d
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| Talk to a nigga with a ten-year ago swag
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| Plus I don’t like none of her girlfriends
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| Quote unquote, «Cause her girlfriends got girlfriends.»
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| On the phone, hollin' that «niggas is whatever»
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| Let’s fly to Euro and make this the best summer ever
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| Now she heading to Rome, Rome is the home
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| Rome is where she act like she ain’t got no fucking phone
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| I accept that I was wrong, except a nigga grown
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| So I can’t bitch and moan, in a session gettin' stoned
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| So a nigga had to hop on a plane
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| A bus and a train, to try to come and talk and explain
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| Rented the whole bottom floor for a candlelight dinner
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| Turned the lights out and put my candle right in her
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| And told her, «Even though I met you in a club in a tight dress
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| At first sight I could picture you in a white dress.»
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| Thirty foot train, diamond from Lorraine
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| Just to make up for all the years and the pain
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| Family on both sides, I’m so glad you came
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| Aunty couldn’t make it, oh no that’s a shame
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| Wedding in June, what could be better?
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| Let’s fly to Euro, make this the best summer ever
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| Take the very last car of the Eurostar
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| Tell the conductor, «Just drive so far»
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| Told some of your friends and they wasn’t excited
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| Well we gon' tour the countryside and they won’t be invited
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| We will not be disturbed by the fussin' and fighting
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| Tell Peaches light the herb cause we just reunited
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| Let’s make a move from these herds, go somewhere in private
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| I’m talking just me and you and the plane and the pilot
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| Just me and you girl
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| Whoa oh
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| Just me and you girl
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| Whoa oh |