| Sometimes I wake up
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| Smile sittin' upon my face
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| Sometimes we break up
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| Takin' just a little break
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| Sometimes you le-e-e-e-eave
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| Seems like every single day
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| Sometimes you le-e-e-e-eave
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| Need me to just be a man
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| Look…
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| What’s the password to my phone
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| Why you ask that shit, that’s some average shit
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| You the baddest chick, you immaculate
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| Got some ass and shit
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| All in your feelings
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| In your feelings packin' your bags and shit
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| Don’t let your friends get up in your head
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| And sink this battleship
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| You ready for war? |
| And I’m so ready for more
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| And I’m just tryna build with you the things that we got in store
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| So… wipe that frown up off your face mama
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| You… so amazing you my grace mama
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| You… hella honest introduce you to my mama
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| But if imma keep it honest
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| Girl you kinda with the drama look
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| I don’t want to lie to you
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| I’d rather just keep it real
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| You hittin' my phone like labels do
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| Askin' «what's the deal?»
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| Skip the dolla bill, I’d rather just speak my truth
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| I’m in the studio late, I’d rather be with you
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| But you can wait on that |
| I’ll be back, chasin' rap
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| Niggas lose they life over pussy
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| So I ain’t chasin' that
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| Sometimes I wake up, nah mama
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| Smile sittin' upon my face
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| Sometimes we break up
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| Takin' just a little break
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| Sometimes you le-e-e-e-eave
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| Seems like every single day
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| Sometimes you le-e-e-e-eave
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| Need me to just be a man
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| You ready as fuck, gimme your love
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| Take off the clothes and then get in the tub
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| Right
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| After you feel me I’m livin' on ceilings
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| I can’t get enough
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| Right
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| Work is too crazy, relationship crazy
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| I’m thinkin' too much
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| Right
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| You really too loyal, I’m really too spoiled
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| I’m fuckin' it up, fuckin' it up
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| Feeling the vibe, lovin' the look in your eye, yea
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| I really be hidin' the feelings I’m feelin' inside, yea
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| You prolly too good for me that’s why I’m stickin' up by ya
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| You know you too good for me
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| That’s why I’m stickin' up by ya, by ya
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| But the truth is, I’ve been absent
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| In a foreign land, like an accent
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| And in a little time, are you askin'
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| I’m trippin' hard, movin' backwards
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| And givin' love for the passion |
| But you need love for the passion
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| Just a little time, all I’m asking
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| Yeah, a little time, while I’m asking
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| Sometimes I wake up
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| Smile sittin' upon my face
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| Sometimes we break up
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| Takin' just a little break
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| Sometimes you le-e-e-e-eave
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| Seems like every single day
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| Sometimes you le-e-e-e-eave
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| Need me to just be a man
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| They say dreams don’t come true
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| Think that I believed until the day I seen you
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| You, can’t be true
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| You, just, can’t be real
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| You, must, not be real
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| You, must be a, liar
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| Liar, liar, liar, liar, liar
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| They say dreams don’t come true
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| Think that I believed until the day I seen you
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| You, can’t be true
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| You, just, can’t be real
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| You, must, not be real
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| You, must be a, liar
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| Liar, liar, liar, liar, liar |