| We made our work at the shoe store
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| I’m at the the mall, near the food court
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| I know I probably shouldn’t shoot for it
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| But her accent had me feeling like it’s do or
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| Live with regret wondering «What if?»
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| So I picked her up, copped a quarter, got some blunts lit
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| Wasn’t tryna rush it, we was just chill
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| Listen to my music while cruising through ATL
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| Under the late night spell, anything could happen
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| And when it did it was lights, camera, action
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| Started out laughing but she ended up crying
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| In between the yelling and the cheating and the lying
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| I told her that «I'm trying but I’m on my college shit»
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| When I get back we gone talk about this blonde chick
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| Home please don’t leave, I need more time
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| I told her «Even though I’m gone don’t acknowledge it»
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| We can just pretend, yeah
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| That I ain’t even gone
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| Baby girl, let’s pretend
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| Yeah, so let’s pretend
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| That I ain’t even gone
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| Baby girl, let’s pretend
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| Yeah
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| Yeah, go 'head and rock that little ponytail
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| She said she won’t give me head but she’ll show me tail
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| You know me well, not well enough
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| But you’ve always been a rider so you get it rough
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| And baby this ain’t apple cider in my cup
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| Sometimes I toy with her emotions just to wind her up
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| My light is up, the sun is down
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| Too many questions so I’m giving her the runaround
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| Like I don’t know when I’m gonna see you
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| She believe’s my lies, I’m just hoping she don’t see through
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| My life is like a movie, I’m still getting through the previews
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| All she want is time but my time is a
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| That’s a Jew so my presence is a gem
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| But let me see those ruby red lips getting in
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| She love’s the smell of Gucci on my neck
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| Let’s pretend this life ain’t mine and this night won’t end
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| Let’s pretend, yeah, yeah
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| And let’s pretend
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| That I ain’t even gone
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| Baby girl, let’s pretend
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| Yeah, we can still pretend
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| Yeah, they say «It's good when you get it"and I got it
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| Little Latino rolling around, blowing chronic
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| I know her name but I won’t say it, she’s psychotic
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| She would probably try and stick her hands in my pockets
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| And I would probably try and stick her man in a coffin
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| I know that we planned to find love but we lost it
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| Used to hit the park after dark, I would talk shit
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| You would giggle as I scribbled all over your conscience
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| Rolling paper places, come and lay down in my cockpit
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| Says she’s never done it, but she says she want’s it
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| I tell her «You're too good for a first time novice»
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| She tells me that «It's love, that’s her word, it’s her promise»
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| I tell her «No way chica, chica just be honest»
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| She tells me that I’m lying
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| I say «You're being modest»
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| But fuck it anyway because it’s over, I should stop this
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| Yeah it’s over, I should stop this
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| But we can still pretend, yeah
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| That we ain’t even gone
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| Baby girl, let’s pretend
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| Yeah, so let’s pretend
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| Yeah, and let’s pretend
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| Let’s pretend |