| I’m ridin' full speed, leavin' from the ghetto doin'
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| A hundred miles an hour, you can barely see me movin'
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| Gotta shorty waitin' for me that I been pursuin'
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| And I ain’t got far to go
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| She a bad chick, somethin' I ain’t tryna ruin
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| She’s steady callin', so I know she ready to get to it
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| I’m tryna get there but I just can’t
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| Seem to catch up to her
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| By the time I got there she was gone
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| And so I walked upstairs and I heard this sound
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| So pretty, so gritty, so funny that no one’s around
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| So I locked myself inside and closed the door
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| But there was this funny feeling inside
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| That I couldn’t get rid of, then I sing it
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| Miss Melody, who could she be? |
| Describin' me
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| All alone with my ears pressed against the wall
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| Miss Melody, who could she be? |
| Describin' me
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| Alone with my ears pressed against the wall
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| Standin' in front of my window pane
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| The sound got me starin' at the rain
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| The more she play the more I feel the pain
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| Why is she doing this, what’s it to gain?
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| Seems like she tryna take my soul away
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| Startin' to feel I’m under her control today
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| I can’t see her but I hear her from the shades
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| And it seems like she really knows me
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| Every fiddle makes me wanna run away
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| I can’t take it no more, gotta get away
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| Got me talkin' about the dark nights
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| In the cage while she starin' at me
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| Miss Melody, who could she be? |
| Describin' me
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| All alone with my ears pressed against the wall
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| Miss melody, who could she be? |
| Describin' me
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| Alone with my ears pressed against the wall |