| VERSE 1
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| Im checking my texts and I get a request
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| For Sammus to give 'em a 10 minute set
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| I won’t get a check but I never reject
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| Whenever I can get a second to spit
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| At first I was reading the fine print
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| Making sure that it’s seeming alright then
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| I saw words I did not want to find, when
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| I had noticed the theme of the night and
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| I was not a big fan of it
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| So I hit up my management
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| I called him to cancel it
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| He told me to chill I was tripping
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| I needed some cannabis
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| Like Sammus just
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| Articulate what is the problem?
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| I really can’t figure out what’s wrong
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| I told him my nigga, you wilin'
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| They want me to give ‘em a love song
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| If I look thru my catalog
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| I don’t make that kind of song
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| That ain’t the shit that I’m on
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| You need to respond and you tell 'em I might be gone
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| He laughed and told me that maybe it’s time
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| Maybe this really a sign
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| That I should engage with that four letter word
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| That I always be trying to deny
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| CHORUS
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| So I don’t wanna write it
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| I wanna feel it
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| When the love dies
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| I won’t have to deal with |
| A love song that I can’t ever hear
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| It’s better for me when it all disappears x2
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| Verse 2
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| Love is a cliché
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| Could I honestly say
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| Something better than what I create with my beat tapes?
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| I mean it’s a deep space
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| I don’t have the tools or the vocab
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| To give it the feeling we both have
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| When we’re lying in bed and it’s sunny inside
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| Though its rains everyday in the forecast
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| How can I write about kissing you
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| When I don’t want share it with anyone else?
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| How can I write about giving you
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| Parts of me that I never once gave to myself?
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| How can I talk about cumming?
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| Cumming?
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| Cumming?
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| Cumming?
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| Nigga it’s a feeling
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| How can I write about running
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| Running
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| Running
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| Running
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| My hands on your fingers?
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| How can I capture the motion
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| Of the car when I’m pulling the door shut
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| 'Cuz you tried to jump out when I told ya
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| I might let someone else get the chocha
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| And we both high on doja?
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| CHORUS
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| So I don’t wanna write it
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| I wanna feel it
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| When the love dies
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| I won’t have to deal with
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| A love song that I can’t ever hear
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| Is better for me when it all disappears x2 |