| It’s for the love
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| Cause we love you so much
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| Keep it real
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| I don’t feel, feel love
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| You don’t feel what I feel so
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| It all started out
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| See first they had patience
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| And the nigga had energy
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| But not weak, he finna leave
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| Petal to the metal, you finna speed
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| You remind me of,
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| But off in the future, and what it’s finna be
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| All your memories can become enemies
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| So let’s intercede I know you in the seat
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| But let’s get outta that
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| But then that patience turned to waiting
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| And then that waitin' turned to wasting my time, my time, my time
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| And then that wasting turned to hating
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| And then that hating got to racing
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| All around my mind, my mind, my mind
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| So before we hit a wall, heartbreak and it crashes
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| Just walk away no scratches
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| (See first they had patience)
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| But niggas start sick, niggas start gettin' ill
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| Niggas got cold feet, niggas start gettin' chills
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| Niggas start stayin' home cause niggas start gettin' bills
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| Buildin' up an immunity
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| Niggas stopped getting' hurt
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| Niggas relied on faith
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| Hopin' niggas get healed is hopeless nigga, get real
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| But ah, get back on the pill
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| We in it for the feel
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| But even winners can patience
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| (First we had patience)
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| Mini-Bar raided, in the indy car faded
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| 500 miles, it’s pretty far ain’t it?
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| But it’s a pretty car, ain’t it?
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| Pretty hard painted
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| But pretty darn dangerous
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| But we ain’t get the memo, hangin' out the window
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| They don’t care no more
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| Tryna take his mini to a limo
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| Without a helmet then you can Thelma-it
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| Louis, Louise but we on the same thing
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| So I be James Dean
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| So your wreck and my wreck look like the same scene |