| Damn, cold world
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| I never thought I’d see that day that you’re my old girl
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| Now I’m stuck here hollering at old girl
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| Got one, got two, three four girls
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| Shotgun in the drop made a right
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| Hut one, hut two, told them niggas take a hike
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| Then it’s on to the next one, on, on to the next one
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| Hard to move on when you always regret one
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| I wonder sometimes
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| I wonder if I was wrong
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| Tryna do right by you got me here
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| Now all I am is alone
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| 'Cause her eyes
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| And those hips
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| And that (ass)
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| Don’t compare, at all (no)
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| And at best, all they do is distract me
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| But now, deep down, when I face it
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| All I want is you
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| All I want is you (now)
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| All I want is you now
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| Now that you’re gone, gone, gone
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| 'Cause being your friend was killing me softly
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| Hear voices
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| Wonder where I went wrong
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| It was my fault, in the wrong time,
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| I wonder so often, regret gets exhausting
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| 'Cause her eyes
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| And those hips
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| And that (ass)
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| Don’t compare, at all (no)
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| And at best, all they do is distract me
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| But now, deep down, when I face it
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| All I want is you (mhm)
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| All I want is you (now)
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| All I want is you now (sugar)
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| Now that you’re gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
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| All I want is you (mhm)
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| All I want is you (now)
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| All I want is you now (baby)
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| Now that you’re gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
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| 'Cause they don’t smile
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| Or smell like you
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| And they don’t make me laugh
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| Or even cook like you
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| And they don’t photograph
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| Nah, they don’t sex like you
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| Let’s face it, I can’t replace it
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| That’s why all I want is you now…
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| I hit the club when you left me thinking that could heal shit
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| Trying to celebrate my Independence Day, Will Smith
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| Baby girl who I’m kidding
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| Still sick, real shit
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| All my new bitches seem to get old real quick
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| And could it be, you everything that these plain bitches couldn’t be
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| Is it a sign from the Lord that I shouldn’t be
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| Lost in the Player way sorta get old to me
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| Got me on layaway, girl you gotta a hold on me
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| I say I’m wrong, you say come again
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| Damn, said I was wrong look don’t rub it in
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| I got a lot on my mind
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| Got a flock full of dimes
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| Like a line full of hoes,
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| Look how they coming in
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| Just saying
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| Don’t wanna have me then somebody will
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| I’m playing
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| Weight on my chest like I body build
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| I’m praying
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| You ain’t content with trying to do your thang
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| Hey come back baby boomerang
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| That’s why
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| All I want is you now (mhhm)
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| All I want is you now (yeah)
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| All I want is you now (sugar)
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| Now that you’re gone, gone, gone, gone
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| You know that you’re gone (I want you back) |