| See, I can take two things, the dick and a hint
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| So if you act like you don’t want me, baby, then I’ma dip
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| Supplier of the juice so come and get you a sip
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| If you can’t eat the coochie proper, I’ma lickety-split
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| Peel back the layers of trauma like a fuckin' banana
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| I remember when you tried to make me your baby mama
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| Told you stop when the condom broke, you said you didn’t wanna
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| Back when I freaked Black & Milds, sippin' strawberry Fanta
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| My period was late but I didn’t get the message
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| 'Til the doctor said, «You have urinary tract infection
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| And we also took a test that says you’re six weeks pregnant»
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| I heard cries out to God cause my mother was a reverend
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| She had Jesus on the main line, frequent calls to Heaven
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| All the while, I’m poppin' thyroid pills to balance out my levels
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| Preparin' for motherhood, Lord knew I wasn’t ready
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| About two weeks later, the baby had miscarried
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| I walked home alone, must I remind you?
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| You say when you make it in the house
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| To lock the door behind you
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| I needed more hugs, you didn’t have time to
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| So TV and my imagination, I was confined to
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| Now I’m all grown up, sometimes I hate myself
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| To be completely honest, I wouldn’t date myself
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| A prideful, needy girl who hates to ask for help
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| She’s either quiet as a mouse or beside herself
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| The deepest parts of me are wounded, I mean skinned to the bone
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| Lost my V while Ashanti playin', I’m foolish
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| She actin' out in school again, I don’t know why she’d do this
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| Ask me what’s been goin' on, I naturally play clueless
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| Felt overlooked but now I’m getting booked
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| For shows in different states
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| Where people dance and sing my hooks
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| Been harborin' some feelings but it’s safe to say we good
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| Just know I love you deeply and you did the best you could |