| Back
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| Uh
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| Nobody thought I was leaving
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| Caught with the greavin', was taught to misleading, when all I been caught in
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| the seasons
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| But I’ve changed for the better and I know that
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| Things don’t look better through a Kodak
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| But some things look special in a throwback
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| Out in the cold and I’m telling you to hold that
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| Just there
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| Beauty in bold, I stare 'cause your froze in the cold night air,
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| as the show lights glare
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| You can hold mine bare
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| 'Cause the cameos grow so rare
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| I suppose I care
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| About you more than anyone else and I know that’s true
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| Uh
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| So I propose and I say I do and we’ll run to the moon, September to June
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| In July we can sleep in your room
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| Never way too soon
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| You can hum to your favorite tune like
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| Mmmm — mmm — mmmmm
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| Spending time, spending time
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| Was never a waste of mine, with you
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| Uh, trust me, trust me
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| Speaking of love well it must be
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| Cleaning the bed when it’s dusty
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| Who else gonna moisture my face when it’s crusty?
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| It must be, it must be
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| Done with the games 'cause I’m rusty
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| And I ain’t afraid that you love me
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| Wait till we get our own place and it’s comfy
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| You touch these stars
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| Silently let you touch these scars
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| Laying in my arms and the bus breeze past, Imma tell you that the trust needs
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| ours
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| 'Cause it just needs ours (just needs ours)
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| Uh
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| Bumping to Nas
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| Lisbon to Mars
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| Twisting tars
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| Uh
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| Uh
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| Spending time, Spending time
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| Was never a waste of mine
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| With you
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| Inner-vibes down my spine, in the months, inner tuition intertwined and grew
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| and grew and grew and grew--
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| Huh, and grew
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| Uh oh ah
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| Ahhhh
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| Slept on it
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| Feeling kinda distant from Desoleil
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| I know you’re out of town and only a text away
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| I wish that you were here laying next to me
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| Enlightened Paulo Santos to the west of me
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| Been battling some villains and they press on me
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| Without that guiding voice there especially
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| Missing here together on the chest you breath
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| Ch’yeah
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| Uh, uh
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| Lines that I write will survive
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| Another night blinds with the ties
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| Take mine till it’s fine
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| The time flies by till I’m sitting with the stars in her eyes
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| Can’t lie but I need to, I need you
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| Knee deep in the sea that we been through
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| Seen gleams but the beams will mislead you
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| So I leave speaking the evil to these
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| Who wanna keep
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| Wanna talk, I don’t wanna speak
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| Wanna walk, I don’t wanna be
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| Honestly
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| Something more than a cup of tea that you come and see
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| Feasty but you’re screaming to cover me
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| Deep cus your mother weeps when your brother leaves
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| Need sleep can’t speak when you love for me
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| All the other geeze want a piece but you’re putting up with me cus I see that
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| you’re deeply in love with me
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| Uh
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| Shit
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| You’re deeply in love with me? |