| Well I don’t think we can find our way back
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| After all of the things that you did
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| Now, all the pleading in the world, man, naa go change that
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| Some things are just too hard to forgive
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| All of my friends they used to warn me about you
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| But I couldn’t see a thing past your smile
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| And now the past is coming right back to haunt you
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| I hope you like it when the bills start to pile
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| Too much stylin' can’t pop no style on I, girl
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| Young girl, you full a too much stylin'
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| Can’t pop no style on Ieeeeeeee
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| I say you full a too much stylin'
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| And now my love for you is spoiling
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| How many times we’ve had the same conversation?
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| Why do you always find a reason to lie?
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| And, girl, it seems you need some deep meditation
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| Might sound simple, but it’s still worth a try
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| Some of the times me haffi wonder if you crazy
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| When I think of all the tricks that you pull
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| And now you claiming that you wanna be my lady
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| But di quart pan full cah yuh full a Too much stylin' can’t pop no style on I, girl
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| Young girl, you full a too much stylin'
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| Can’t pop no style on Ieeeeeeee
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| Wah mek yuh full a so much stylin'
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| Can’t pop no style on I, girl
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| And now my love for you is spoiling
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| Can’t pop no style on Ieeeeeeee (I said my love for you is spoiling)
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| See my pants length couda pay your two month rent
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| And you coulda work under my employment
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| For if I was to take you away from all that you claim
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| Hold you down, then what would you say?
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| You’d, probably, complain just the same
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| ‘Cause it’s always about you and your own way
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| And do you think that life is about you open up your mouth?
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| ‘Cause a smile get you more than a shout
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| Must be all these guys in your past
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| A carry you got lost,
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| Go a school, but you can’t teach class
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| Cah yuh full a too much stylin' can’t pop no style on I, girl
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| Young girl, you full a too much stylin'
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| Can’t pop no style on Ieeeeeeee
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| I say you full a too much stylin'
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| Can’t pop no style on I, girl
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| And now my love for you is Can’t pop no style on Ieeeeeeee
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| I said my love for you is spoiling |