| I know that shit hurt cause it hurt me, baby
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| But I had to call you and let you know
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| You keep your head up and I love you
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| (Drell's on the track)
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| Alright I love you too
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| (AKel)
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| Call me whenever
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| Alright
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| Okay?
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| Yeah, you right, momma
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| Yeah, call me whenever
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| We real, nigga, we don’t get into that
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| We don’t get into that, that’s hoe shit, yeah
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| That hoe shit, we pause it
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| You call me whenever (Rrrraah)
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| Alright (Bow, bow, bow, bow)
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| Alright baby, love you
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| I love you too
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| Yeah
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| Alright
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| Uh, okay I’m focused on my grind, nevermind all that stupid stuff
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| Niggas act like bitches, need to quit it with that groupie stuff
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| Rod out his body in a party when his tooly tucked
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| I was on the four now I’m on five, Jon boot me up
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| Just woke up to some millions, I’m on like a bitch
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| My lil' sisters and my lil' daughters never wantin' for shit
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| I was just walkin' to the corner store, broke as a bitch
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| Chillin' on north side with Trayvon tryna poke us some shit
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| Couldn’t do no shinning 'cause I had to find me some paper first
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| I ain’t have nobody, couldn’t even find a way to work
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| Now that Benz big body, have all these haters hurt
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| Ain’t shit to get no haters murked, he play with gang and made a shirt
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| I was dealing with the pain in the rain but I am better now
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| My family out the bottom but the youngin' took a better route
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| Woke up gang, face shot gang, bro don’t let me down
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| Don’t say a thing, we better now, Rod Wave got cheddar now
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| I can’t write my wrongs, so I write songs
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| I left to chase my dreams, don’t you never forget
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| I admit, I wanted love but wasn’t ready for it
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| Yeah, sorry I broke your heart, baby
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| But what’s a life without scars baby, yeah
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| Who woulda knew I’d get this far, baby?
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| Do you believe in shooting stars, baby?
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| Youngin' a shooting star, baby
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| Uh, uh, yeah, uh, uh (Yeah)
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| Do you believe in shooting stars, baby?
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| Uh, uh, yeah, uh, uh, (Yeah)
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| Youngin' a shooting star, baby
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| Youngin' a shooting star, baby
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| Do you believe in shooting stars, baby?
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| You know, I was right there in front of you, huh
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| Elementary school, high school, middle school, church
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| On the block, at work, working
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| Shooting star the whole time, right there in front of you
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| I can’t write my wrongs, so I write songs
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| I left to chase my dreams, don’t you never forget
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| I admit, I wanted love but wasn’t ready for it
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| Yeah, sorry I broke your heart, baby
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| But what’s a life without scars, baby, yeah
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| Who woulda knew I’d get this far, baby?
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| Do you believe in shooting stars, baby?
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| Youngin' a shooting star, baby
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| Uh, uh, yeah, uh, uh (Yeah)
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| Do you believe in shooting stars, baby?
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| Uh, uh, yeah, uh, uh (Yeah)
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| Youngin' a shooting star, baby
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| Youngin' a shooting star, baby
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| Do you believe in shooting stars, baby?
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| Uh, yeah |