| We were crazy in love
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| The kind of love you make a song bout
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| You loved me way before I ever put a song out
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| It was real, organic like its spose to be
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| First day I saw you, I was hoping that you noticed me
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| You the reason why I love latinas
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| Only girl I ever smoked with, without Tequila
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| Back when I use to cop a couple quarters a week
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| And smoke the whole thing with you, round them hood ass streets
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| That was good ass weed
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| It’s crazy though yo, that plugs dead
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| And I ain’t talkin dead to me
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| I’m talkin real blood shed
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| I’ll admit a lots changed since then, yeah
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| I’ve been getting hot, makin waves since then, yeah
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| I’ve been outta state getting paid since then
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| Fucking girls off my name and the fame since then
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| But still, I almost wanna' call and ask truthfully
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| Am I the same or did I change from what I use to be, yeah
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| I’ve been thinking 'bout this girl I had a good thing
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| With, until I fucked it up, yuh
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| I’ve been looking for this girl in all these other girls
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| But they just fuck it up
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| Oooo-oo-oo, nothing like the first love, first love
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| Oooo-oo-oo, they’re the best one and the worst one, worst one
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| Yuh, cause you were with me from the jump, even before day one
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| Now the girls, the more songs I drop the more they come
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| But none of my next girls were a keeper like you
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| I should call this, late night thoughts featuring you
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| Cause when I wake up
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| I probably won’t feel the same but
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| That ain’t gonna change the
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| Way the moon got me here tryna' make up
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| I fucked up a couple times, we never moved passed that
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| I’m sorry 'bout that Colombian girl, with the fat ass
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| And the other two I didn’t mention, 'till we split
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| I gambled with your trust, I shoulda' never took that risk
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| I shoulda' realized what I had, a down ass Latin chick
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| The type of girl that you makes you see, there’s no such thing as accidents
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| Wasn’t on no hoe shit
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| She was on her own shit
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| I know I’m the reason why that winter was the coldest
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| But it happened how it’s spose to
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| At least that’s what I tell myself
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| Drinking, thinking I should try and call you
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| I can’t help myself
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| I’ve been thinking 'bout this girl I had a good thing
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| With, until I fucked it up, yuh
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| I’ve been looking for this girl in all these other girls
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| But they just fuck it up
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| Oooo-oo-oo, nothing like the first love, first love
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| Oooo-oo-oo, they’re the best one and the worst one, worst one |