| No, no, no
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| Woah, woah
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| Woah, woah
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| Yeah
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| It’s been a while since I’ve seen ya
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| They’ve been carryin' street sweepers, tryna clean him
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| I’ve been movin' on my own, still sad
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| No exes want me back and the haters still mad
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| I’m just a kid that never grew up
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| Had to be a man early 'cause my dad had to screw up
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| They say, «Why? |
| Man, you always trippin'»
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| 'Cause I hold in all these problems because no one ever listens
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| And I know it don’t matter, don’t matter much
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| But I just want my dad to call me his son
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| Oh, man, where is all the lovin'?
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| Fuck all the distruptions, I just want back all my cousins
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| When it gets cold, I get old
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| They all been tired of me, I don’t know
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| I guess I push 'em away when they remind me of you
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| Pray to God, make the pain go away, yeah, it’s true
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| 'Cause when it gets cold, I get old
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| They all been tired of me, I don’t know
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| I guess I push 'em away when they remind me of you
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| Pray to God, make the pain go away, yeah, it’s true
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| Oh God
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| Oh God, yeah
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| Oh God
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| Oh God, oh God, oh, yeah
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| Oh God
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| So lost, so wrong, so gone
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| So long
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| So lost, so wrong, so gone
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| So long, so, so…
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| Yeah, ayy
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| So lost, so lost, so lost
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| So lost, so…
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| So lost, so lost, so lost
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| So lost, so, so… |