| Yeah, yeah
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| Mmm…
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| I don’t know who you are anymore
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| Talkin' to the man in her mirror
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| That been fuckin' with these bitches
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| And it’s dangerous, sleepin' with these strangers
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| Every night a different woman, doin' the same shit
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| But, you don’t even call anymore
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| And you don’t even care, so who am I to love anyone?
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| I know it’s fucked up
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| Different city, switchin' women
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| Puttin' cups up, gettin' fucked up
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| And, we don’t even talk anymore
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| Ain’t got no time to spare
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| So who are we to trust anyone?
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| And that’s what’s fucked up
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| We gon' end up by ourselves and not each other
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| And that’s so fucked up
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| Damn, love don’t live here
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| Love, I don’t live here
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| She say, «Why you leave your shit here?»
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| I’m tryna be sincere
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| When we both know it ain’t right
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| She hate that we can get loose
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| But I can never hang tight
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| But, we don’t even make love anymore
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| Actin' like our phone got our attention
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| Though we watchin' television, and it’s painless
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| We act like we strangers
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| I just don’t know who we are anymore, damn
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| I’m not supposed to be here
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| 'Cause love don’t live here
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| But I’m here, and she here
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| She tell me stay all night
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| She just want a refill
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| And then she want to start fights
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| 'Bout «What about how she feel?»
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| She tell me I’m a cheap thrill
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| I know she don’t mean that
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| She think I feed her lies
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| But I don’t get no feedback
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| As she watch me pack
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| «Baby where my keys at?»
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| Kiss her on the forehead and tell her that I’ll be back
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| Her teeth smacked
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| I don’t know who you are anymore
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| Talkin' to the man in her mirror
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| That been fuckin' with these bitches
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| And it’s dangerous, sleepin' with these strangers
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| Every night a different woman, doin' the same shit
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| But you don’t even call anymore
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| And you don’t even care
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| So who am I to love anyone?
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| I know it’s fucked up
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| Different city, switchin' women, puttin' cups up
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| Gettin' fucked up
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| And, we don’t even talk anymore
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| Ain’t got no time to spare
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| So who are we to trust anyone?
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| And that’s what’s fucked up
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| We gon' end up by ourselves and not each other
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| And that’s so fucked up
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| I was talkin' to myself the other day
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| My homies call me cray, my mama tell me, «Pray»
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| She say, «I need a day», I said, «I need a bae»
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| She said, «Believe in faith
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| Ma, they love me either way»
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| Hold up, wait
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| Let me set my alarm
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| You say «Don't sweat your alarm»
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| And now the pressure is on
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| So now there’s sweat in my palm
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| But her reception ain’t warm
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| So my deception performs
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| And then that silence is awkward
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| Like am I deaf or alone?
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| I got a jet in the morn'
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| And she upset and I’m calm
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| And when a woman is scorned
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| Is when your welcome is worn
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| And now her temperature’s showin'
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| And I just weather her storm
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| And she expect me to stay
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| I be like, «Let go my arm!»
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| She said…
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| I don’t know who you are anymore
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| Talking to the man in her mirror
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| I’ve been fuckin' with these bitches
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| And it’s dangerous, sleepin' with these strangers
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| Every night a different woman, doin' the same shit
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| And she say, you don’t even call anymore
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| And you don’t even care
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| So who am I to love anyone?
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| I know it’s fucked up
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| Different city, switchin' women, puttin' cups up
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| Gettin' fucked up
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| She say, we don’t even talk anymore
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| Ain’t got no time to spare
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| So who are we to trust anyone?
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| And that’s what’s fucked up
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| We gon' end up by ourselves and not each other
|
| And that’s what’s fucked up
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| She say we don’t make love anymore
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| Actin' like our phone got our attention
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| Though we watchin' television, now it’s painless
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| We actin' like strangers
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| Like we don’t know who we are anymore
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| Perfect strangers |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Perfect Strangers, artist - Lil Wayne. Album song Tha Carter V, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп