| It’s been a minute since I’ve been with some women
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| Not 'cause they been lacking, just I’ve been lacking the feeling
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| I’ve been staring at the ceiling
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| Listening to the chat that they’re revealing
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| Wondering if I open up or keep concealing
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| I ain’t try to be demeaning, it seems
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| Thought you knew this, I don’t really do this
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| Moving like a Judas
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| Talking all that talk but ain’t no time for acting foolish
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| When you ask, all of the brothers saying, «True, this»
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| I might just jump on this for free, jumpin' on them freestyle
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| I’ve been well, moving brain, senile
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| It’s sole sunsets, beautiful is one guess
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| One morning afternoon in that sun dress
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| The summer flies by every morning, I’m still yawning
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| Same conversation, never boring
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| («Yo, she texted you.» «Swear?» «Nah, it’s Tommo.»
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| «Ah, for fuck’s sake!»)
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| I know that these days are feeling cold
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| My love could take her home
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| As if we never knew
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| I was too young for you
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| Ay, and then you say you ain’t about guys
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| Ay, especially brothers from the south side
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| But been about mine ever since the drought now
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| You and me been living on this cloud nine
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| Saying it’s about time, stunting, front like
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| Nothing will change until it drains, ain’t nothing the same, uh
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| 'Cause you become like the blood in my veins
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| Saying I’m way too young to be stuck on the rain
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| And still it’s peak weeks 'til I figured out you played keys
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| Eighteen, you been listening to Jay Dee
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| Blaming the bait trees, telling me you hate these G’s
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| But didn’t need me telling you they ain’t me
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| Because they ain’t me, uh, they ain’t me
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| Don’t need to know about the colours that they paint me
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| I’ve been too busy getting dizzy off that JD
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| Dreaming of the places you could take me, so now I’m saying
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| I know that these days are feeling cold
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| My love could take her home
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| As if we never knew
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| I was too young for you |