| I know, I can’t afford to stop
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| for a moment. |
| that it’s too soon. |
| to forget
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| I know, I can’t afford to stop
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| for a moment. |
| that it’s too soon. |
| to forget
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| — speaking over sung vocals
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| Man. |
| for real
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| I was in love with this girl, y’know
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| I was. |
| to’up dog! |
| I’m tellin you man
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| She was wild man. |
| f’real
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| It’s just too. |
| let me tell you about her
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| Yo, in she came with the same type game
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| The type of girl givin out the fake cell phone and name
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| Big fame, she like cats with big thangs
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| Jewels chip, money clip, phone flip, the six range
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| I seen her on the ave, spotted her more than once
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| Ass so fat that you could see it from the front
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| She spot me like paparazzi; |
| shot me a glance
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| in that catwoman stance with the fat booty pants, Hot damn!
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| What’s your name love, where you came from?
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| Neck and wrist blazed up, very little make-up
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| The swims at the Reebok gym tone your frame up Is sugar and spice the only thing that you made of?
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| I tried to play it low key but couldn’t keep it down
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| Asked her to dance she was like Yo, I’m leavin now
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| An hour later, sounds from Jamaica
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| She sippin Crys straight up, shakin, windin her waist up Scene two: my fam throwin the jam
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| Fahreed is on the stand big things is in the plan
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| The brother Big Mu makes space for me to move in Hey, this my man Mos, baby let me introduce; |
| I turn around
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| Say word! |
| You was the same pretty bird who I had priorly observed
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| tryin to play me for the herb (Yeah, that’s her)
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| Shocked as hell she couldn’t get it together
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| I just played it long and pretended I never met her
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| How you feelin? |
| Oh I’m fine. |
| My name is Mos. |
| I’m Sharice.
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| I heard so much good about you it’s nice to finally meet.
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| We moved to the booth reserved for crew especially
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| And honey love ended up sittin directly next to me
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| I’m type polite but now I’m lookin at her skeptically
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| Cause baby girl got all the right weaponry
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| Designer fabric, shoes, and accessories
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| Chinky eyes, sweet voice is with me mentally
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| We conversated, made a laugh, yeah you know me bro
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| Even though I know the steelo, she wild sweet yo
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| I’m bout to merc, I say peace to the family
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| She hop up like How you gonna leave before you dance with me?
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| I know I can’t afford this life
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| For a moment
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| That its too soon
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| To forget
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| She blew my whole head with that dude, I was like What?
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| I played it low though, I was like
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| Yeah, aiight, c’mon then, let’s go It’s mad, the shit is so sick, I’m tell you
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| Yo, honey was so blazin, she was just.
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| Yo, she was like Jayne Kennedy, word bond
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| To my mother man, she was that ill man
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| She take me to the dance floor and she start whisperin to me Yo, let me apologize for the other night
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| I know it wasn’t right, but baby you know what its like
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| Some brothers don’t be comin right
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| I understand, I’m feelin you
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| Beside, ‘can I have a dance?'ain't really that original
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| We laughed about it, traced her arms across my shoulder blades
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| They playing lovers’rock, I got the folded fingers on her waist
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| He end my butt up like the Arizona summer song
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| Finished then she whisper ‘honey, let’s exchange numbers'
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| Scene three: weeks of datin late night conversation
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| In the crib heart racin, tryin to be cool and patient
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| She touched on my eyelids, the room fell silent
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| She walked away smilin singing Gregory Issacs
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| Like ‘if I don’t, if I don’t, if I don’t'
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| Showin me that tan line and that tattoo
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| Playin Sade, Sweetest Taboo
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| Burnin candles, all my other plans got canceled
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| Man I smashed it like an Idaho potato
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| She call my at my J.O., ‘come now', I can’t say no Ginseng tree trunks, rockin the p-funk
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| Cocking her knees up, champion lover not ease up Three months, she call ‘I feel I’m runnin a fever'
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| Six months, I’m tellin her I desperately need her
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| Nine months, flu-like symptoms when shorty not around
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| I need more than to knock it down I’m really tryin to lock it down
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| Midnight we hook up and go at it
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| Burn a stogger, let her know, sweetheart I got to have it She tellin me commitment is somethin she can’t manage
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| Wake up the next morning, she gone like it was magic
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| Ahh damnit! |
| This all Harrison Ford frantic
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| My 911 wasn’t answered by my fly Taurus enchantress
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| Next week, who hit me up, I saw Sharice at the kitty club
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| With some banging ass Asian playin lay it down and lick me up What?! |