| See
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| Niggas think this love stuff is easy
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| Heh, it’s not the case
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| Fallin' in love is so easy
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| But stayin' that way is so hard
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| All she wanted was security
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| A man with a job and a car, baby
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| You’d think I oughtta be happy
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| On a hill with a view of the stars
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| But as soon as I had to go out of town for a week
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| I went to the next woman’s arms
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| If I coulda seen it, inside her
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| Woulda seen her broken heart
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| I woulda held on, tighter
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| Then we wouldn’t be falling apart
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| I shoulda said I love her
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| A thousand times a day
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| Then I wouldn’t be sittin' here
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| Coulda, woulda, shoulda
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| My whole damn life away
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| Never had a good reason
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| For treating my lady that way
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| She cussed me out and left me standing there
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| And went to her girlfriend’s to stay, baby
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| Now I spend all my lonely nights
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| Mentally tryin' to explain
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| Why she told me she never wanted to see me again
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| A year ago today
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| In the morning, you know I coulda came back
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| Just before work and fooled around in the sack
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| In the afternoon, it woulda been so cool
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| Surprise you with ice, and set a date for next June
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| In the evening, shoulda loved you right
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| And let my niggas know I’m stayin' home tonight
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| I coulda, I woulda, I shoulda but now you’re gone
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| But now you’re gone
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| Coulda, woulda
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I love you baby
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| Can I sing to ya baby?
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| Can I sing to ya?
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| Can I sing to ya baby?
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| Can I sing to ya? |