| She think I give a fuck about it that’s the sad part
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| I could break it down like I got a glass heart
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| I’ve been speeding around like I’m in the Nascar
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| Fast car, Tracy Chapman, fast car
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| She think I give a fuck about it that’s the sad part
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| Imma give it to her she just gotta ask for it
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| Maybe add a couple stamps to a passport
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| And she always look good for me
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| So here’s some cash for it
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| Ah damn, that shit get expensive
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| Just like her taste is
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| Just like her face is
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| Just like the payments on her crib and the Benz is
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| Just like my time is yeah that shit get expensive
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| But I’m here to spend it
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| She want somebody like me (But she’ll never)
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| She likes somebody like me (Uh huh)
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| 'Cause she knows I’m out of my league (I know)
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| She can’t find somebody like me (No way)
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| And she wants somebody like me (You know)
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| She can’t find somebody in her league (Uh huh)
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| And she needs somebody like me
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| To wait for her
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| 'Cause I need somebody like her
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| Big boat
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| Bigger bag of weed
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| And some big smoke
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| Pick up all the tree
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| And no give and go
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| Cut it and I leave
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| Out the back door
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| Swimming in the backstroke
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| And she said I like your vibe
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| I said me too
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| I could put some time aside
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| For them things that we do
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| And you know I like your style
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| But she look better naked
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| If that ass is up for grabs
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| Imma confiscate it
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| And she so fucking bad
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| I gotta leave the lights on
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| Keep that ass in check
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| I hit it with the Nikes on
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| Gotta go
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| Gotta get that dominoes
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| Call it mailbox money
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| Bring the dough right to my door
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| She want somebody like me (But she’ll never)
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| She likes somebody like me (Uh huh)
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| 'Cause she knows I’m out of my league (I know)
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| She can’t find somebody like me (No way)
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| And she wants somebody like me (You know)
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| She can’t find somebody in her league (Uh huh)
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| And she needs somebody like me
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| To wait for her
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| 'Cause I need somebody like her |