| You & I shoulda been a diamond in the rough
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| Claiming we’re in love while we’re lying in the lust
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| It’s us discuss we discuss what’s with us
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| In sore like disgust
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| One day apart we miss us
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| We coulda been a good pair like new shoes
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| Our two schools of thoughts clashed
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| Now what we’re to do so there’s no screw you
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| We could’ve found another route for us to move
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| Through
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| But I knew & you knew the sex we had to go
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| Through was consequential
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| But very goddamn good
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| We dumb down to other sounds
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| So now I just say would
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| It be a chance for tomorrow
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| Your day I’d like to borrow yeah
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| You got me in a fantasy like Louis Royal
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| Picture it sexual experience that I articulate
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| I’m using alter-ticulate museums to my penmanship
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| (word) behind closed doors
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| Where we need no censorship
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| We coulda woulda shoulda been dope so just remember
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| This
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| I wish I could kiss you
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| Maybe then I wouldn’t miss you
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| We shoulda coulda got through issues
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| Of who was right or wrong
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| Possibly maybe change things
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| Kinda sorta rearrange things
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| I’m not trying to go through the same things
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| So I’ll just give you this song
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| I’ve could’ve been a better man to try to understand
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| You
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| You could’ve been a better girl and gave me just a
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| Chance to
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| Mentally romance you but it had to be gained
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| Scrolling through my phone for other females names?
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| Playin' like a lesbian to test my brain
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| Well I’m a thespian so for your acts I’m trained
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| The fact that we’re in love (word) left a goddamn shame
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| The flyest fuckers now are boarding separate planes
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| Like the daredevil I can see your face in the rain
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| And what we could’ve been if we ain’t fuck it up
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| Shows pain
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| As for me actin' like if you left, I wouldn’t care
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| As for you I’m only human baby give me some air
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| As for me dippin' off when the times got rough
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| As for you being blinded by your love or lust
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| It’s like what the fuck is goin' on with us?
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| We’re just two dollars trying make sense of this god
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| We trust
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| I wish I could kiss you
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| Maybe then I wouldn’t miss you
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| We shoulda coulda got through issues
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| Of who was right or wrong
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| Possibly maybe change things
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| Kinda sorta rearrange things
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| I’m not trying go through the same things
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| So I’ll just give you this song x2
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| Don’tcha know it’s a thin line between love &
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| Hate?
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| Oh yes it is
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| It’s a thin line between love & hate
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| Sometimes you gotta go through it love
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| I wish I could kiss you
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| Maybe then I wouldn’t miss you |