| I would like to give you all my time
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| I would like to tell you how much I love you
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| Since I can’t do none as I’m a liar
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| Let me spend the rest of my days all alone
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| Yeah you like to dance, all over my sins
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| And I make love to you like imma hurt you more
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| Yeah you like to pray, for all of my sins
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| When they made me aware of what I’m just for sure, yea
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| I’m so lost
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| Lost
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| Lost
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| Lost
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| I try to step back from the 3ein all on me
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| I got one foot in the grave, my fist in her punani
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| Living like it didn’t happen ‘till it fires back at me
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| I know I’ll probably end up in Cubana sleeping by the beach
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| But all I wanted was some peaches, marijuana and a casa para mom
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| All I wanted was the simple truth, no lie
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| All it did just hurt me more
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| Now I ain’t got time for your pussy
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| Time for them hoes
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| Time for the simple things I turned down before
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| No time for your pussy
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| Time only knows
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| Time never runs
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| But homie time never stops to dance
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| All over my sins
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| And I make love to you like imma hurt you more
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| Yeah you like to pray, for all of my sins
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| When they made me aware of what I’m just for sure, yea
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| I’m so lost
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| So Lost
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| So Lost
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| So Lost
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| So Lost
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| So Lost
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| You can sleep on the problem
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| You can search on my way
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| It’s buried in the mind, don’t try to read my face
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| You do not understand, it’s better anyway
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| Writing for the cure, need stacks and a ceiling
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| And since you want me to stay
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| And now want me to play with your feelings
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| Doomed to be ‘lone again
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| As long as I got my TLM
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| I would like to give you all my time
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| I would like to tell you how much I love you
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| Since I can’t do none as I’m a liar
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| Let me spend the rest of my days all alone |