| Hey there Mr. Dope dealer
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| Thank you for smoking me out
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| And showing up like a healer
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| My mind’s been running and racing
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| Need you to comfort me now
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| I miss the way that you turn me out
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| What you do to me
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| You figured me out
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| Its your energy
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| Nobody’s home
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| And I’m your patient
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| Patiently waiting
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| I want to feel so close to you
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| Until we pass out
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| We’ll reach another altitude
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| Yeah we’re so high now
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| I want to feel so close to you
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| Until we pass out
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| We’ll reach another altitude
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| Yeah we’re so high now
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| I met you in Miami and I knew you was it
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| I’m the plug, so you know a nigga cheap with the shit
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| A Bob Marley sweater that was passed to you and the fit
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| You so perfect and you thought I was forgetful and shit
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| Fantasies about you and me, a kid and a coupe
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| Riding with the work up in the trunk, and ride with the tool
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| Liter on my hip, a nina shoot the prettiest book
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| Let that penetrate a nigga that who be looking at you
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| Eyeing niggas got me hot, they got me fucked up again
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| I’m your healer, dealer, and your bestfriend and your man
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| We don’t need to tell em bout us, we don’t need to pretend
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| See, I ain’t even care to ask you if you had a boyfriend
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| Cause when I see whats mine, I take whats mine
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| I’ll say it once, I fuck you once
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| You know its mine, you scream for more
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| I feed you drugs, I heal your soul
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| You look me up and down and in my eyes, then you sing to me
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| I want to feel so close to you
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| Until we pass out
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| We’ll reach another altitude
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| Yeah we’re so high now
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| I want to feel so close to you
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| Until we pass out
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| We’ll reach another altitude
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| Yeah we’re so high now |