| Got a lot of bags, seen a lot of dough
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| Regardless of our youth, time still played it’s role
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| As I’m headin' on down hotel lobby
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| She just wrote me back, she ain’t comin' back
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| So I’m just floating cut me loose
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| I’m blowing through these clouds
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| You let go of my string
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| Crazy, must be fucking crazy
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| I’m all dried out
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| Maybe it’s by design
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| I see the signs
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| You don’t love me no mo'
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| You don’t love me no mo'
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| You don’t love me no mo'
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| She don’t love me no mo'
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| Well I’m flying 'cause she let go
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| (She don’t love you)
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| Diesel gas in my Dutch
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| Step out front, car pulls up
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| Where she at? |
| Undisclosed
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| Losin' hope, broken home
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| She’s probably backseat fuckin' on the east side, yeah
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| You sure know how to make my day
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| You sure know how to break my faith
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| Becomin' a stranger
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| I did my best to turn it around
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| But I couldn’t tame ya
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| Back to the house, yeah we called it home
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| Until now
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| Ain’t no way to cope
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| Ain’t nowhere to go
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| I’m just floating, cut me loose
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| I’m blowing through these clouds
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| You let go of my string (Let go my string, what did you do?)
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| Crazy, must be fucking crazy (Ooh)
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| I’m all dried out
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| Maybe it’s by design
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| I see the signs
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| You don’t love me no mo'
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| You don’t love me no mo'
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| You don’t love me no mo'
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| She don’t love me no mo'
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| I tried, ooh
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| But she let go (She let it go)
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| She don’t love me no mo'
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| She don’t want me no mo'
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| She, she don’t need me no mo'
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| She, she don’t trust me no mo'
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| Oh, we ain’t nothin' no mo'
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| Ain’t, ain’t got nothin' no mo'
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| She don’t love me no mo'
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| She don’t want me no mo'
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| Oh, she don’t fuck me no mo'
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| She don’t trust me no mo' |