| I found a woman that I wanted but I couldn’t have
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| She make me smile when I’d see her
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| But she wouldn’t laugh
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| I see her dance subtly
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| Her movement held mystique
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| Her body language paint a picture
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| So I felt her speak
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| Melted tree
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| Talked for hours over several weeks
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| Infatuated, friendships never felt this deep
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| Shit is deep, understand she had a another man
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| With other plans
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| Puttin' carats in her wedding band
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| A better man than I would have been
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| Breakin' up grams, eyes closed
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| Hit the wood again…
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| I reminisce
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| Heaven’s kiss
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| Hit my hood again
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| Cruise by her old crib thinkin' 'bout what coulda' been
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| I miss her voice…
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| Envision Venus in the night sky
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| My dream’s vast
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| King at last, but I still can’t redeem the past
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| Fiend for cash viciously
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| I couldn’t keep her ass
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| Hit the gas and imagine when I seen her last
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| I hope she happy in her new house
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| Honeymoon, then she moved south with her new spouse
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| Pool house, big back yard, all of that
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| Tried to contact her jack
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| But she ain’t called me back
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| I’m fallin' back…
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| I see her face frozen in my photographs… |
| And think that maybe she’s the one I was supposed to have
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| Our chosen paths separated
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| Guess I hesitated too long…
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| Now shorty moved on…
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| Tell me where you been…
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| Tell me where you been
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| I had a homie who was stuck within his frame of mind
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| Same as mine but I figured that it’d change with time
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| He don’t change his grind
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| He just rearrange the crime
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| 29 in his pictures postin' gang signs
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| Aimin' .9's
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| Take nine or he’ll take your shine
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| Instagram’ing guns
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| Ain’t afraid to face the time
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| Flee the cops
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| Squeeze Glocks through a t-top
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| His heat cocked, still hold cream…
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| Yo, who need rock?
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| A homicide took my brother, left me traumatized
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| So I monetize my memories far beyond the skies
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| World is ours
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| But he shotty in a stolen car…
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| In drive-bys, sparks fly like fallen stars
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| Things fall apart, pieces to the puzzle crumble
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| Young and humble tryna' make it through this fuckin' jungle
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| Huggin' bundles
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| Pushin' poison to our brothers' uncles
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| Lust for hundos, the cycle keep us in the struggle
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| It been a minute since I spoke with him |
| Ain’t seen his face
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| Even longer since I smoked with him
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| Back when I was broke with him…
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| Sweet aromatic cigarillos
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| Laid back puffin packs by the pillow, still though…
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| Compress chronic in my chest help me digest food for thought
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| See the block make us digress
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| Life’s test separated us through life’s quest
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| He drownin' without a life vest…
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| Tell me where you been
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| Tell me where you been |