| You ain’t gotta flex on me
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| Spread your wings and I help you flutter again
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| Wake up next to me
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| On my three, I’m the night you could spend
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| But you don’t never get no sleep, comes with grief
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| And I cannot pretend
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| That I got all you need, wound so deep
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| Some that I cannot mend
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| You ain’t gotta flex on me, flex on me, flex on me
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| You ain’t gotta flex on me, flex on me, flex on me
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| I just wanna make you feel good
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| Life’s too short to have you feeling any other way
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| My mind was in the gutter, took my body out the hood
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| Then they moved me to the suburbs
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| Til the paradigm was over me, yeah
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| Like what are they feeding me now? |
| what are they feeding you now?
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| I tell you they gon' let me out, I tell you they gon' let us out
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| Oh yeah, they gon' let us out
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| Woo, I just want to make you feel somethin', yeah
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| I know you didn’t love him
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| Your prince wasn’t shit, whip turned into a pumpkin, yeah
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| Now isn’t that somethin'
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| Well I just wanna make you feel good, I just wanna make you feel good, yeah
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| Oh I just wanna make you feel good, I just wanna make you feel good
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| You ain’t gotta flex on me
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| Spread your wings and I help you flutter again
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| Wake up next to me
|
| On my three, I’m the night you could spend
|
| But you don’t never get no sleep, comes with grief
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| And I cannot pretend
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| That I got all you need, wound so deep
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| Some that I cannot mend
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| You ain’t gotta flex on me, flex on me, flex on me
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| You ain’t gotta flex on me, flex on me, flex on me
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| You ain’t gotta flex on me, flex on me, flex on me
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| You ain’t gotta flex on me, flex on me, flex on me |