| I said you’re so good, you’re so good, yeah
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| And I would choose you if I could, yeah
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| Cause you’re the best thing since sliced bread, yeah
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| And I just want you in my bed, yeah
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| I got a love Jones, a love Jones
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| And on some real shit, this our song
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| Cause you’re the best thing since sliced bread, yeah
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| And I just, I just, I just, I just
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| I just wanna be the homie that you bring home to mama
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| I roll the mary jane, cause I ain’t with the drama
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| Point blank, period, the boy be counting commas
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| I fuck with good music, I put you in designer
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| I’ve been grinding all summer, I’m doing what I gotta
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| I’m always by your side, but I wanna get behind ya
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| You talk that cold world like you come from Carolina
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| Your homegirl’s cool, she can be our maid of honor
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| Yeah, I’m sitting at a table of kings
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| But a love without a friend is like a bird with no wings
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| And if it’s us against the world, you know that I got your back
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| You ain’t go to Juliard, but you know how to act
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| Baby, we can tour the word or we can stay at home
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| If I’m Larenz T, you’ll be my Nia Long
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| That’s the love Jones, took it back to '97
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| I know that you the one, I can see us at the wedding
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| I said you’re so good, you’re so good, yeah
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| And I would choose you if I could, yeah
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| Cause you’re the best thing since sliced bread, yeah
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| And I just want you in my bed, yeah
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| I got a love Jones, a love Jones
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| And on some real shit, this our song
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| Cause you’re the best thing since sliced bread, yeah
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| And I just, I just, I just, I just
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| Look, I just wanna be the only one that you confide in
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| I need you to tell me when I’m wildin'
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| I need you to tell me when I’m tripping
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| Not seein' a vision
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| Give me confidence when confidence is what I’m missing
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| Every time you pull up, I feel like I’m a youngin'
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| I get this crazy feeling in my stomach, I love it
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| I feel like I could be everything you want from me
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| I feel like I let you down every time I gotta leave
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| I’m not feeling like a man, I don’t really understand
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| Now I’m looking up to God, and I’m asking, «What's the plan?»
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| Now I’m asking, «Why you doing this?» |
| and «Why you always screwing shit?»
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| And «Why you always missing shit like birthdays, all the little shit?»
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| Every time, every, every time
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| Don’t you feel it?
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| The guilt inside your mind, just not the spirit
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| And every time you look into my eyes you know just what I feel
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| But I feel the way I feel, and god damn
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| Let me tell ya
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| I said you’re so good, you’re so good, yeah
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| And I would choose you if I could, yeah
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| Cause you’re the best thing since sliced bread, yeah
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| And I just want you in my bed, yeah
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| I got a love Jones, a love Jones
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| And on some real shit, this our song
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| Cause you’re the best thing since sliced bread, yeah
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| And I just, I just, I just, I just |