| So I wrote this song once, out of love
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| About a scrub in a crowded club or lounge
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| Surrounded by these hounds and thugs
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| And he goes home and he pouts because
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| Well first of all, his ears hurt from shouting stuff
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| Trying to flirt when the sound is up
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| So he already feels down and plus
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| He just got clowned and struck out so many times
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| That now he’s out of touch, well as the story goes
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| That boy never found his luck, sleeps in his folks' house
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| On the couch or just around the rug
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| Legs spread starfish-style, mouth is up
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| Singing Look Out the Window and the Blah Blah
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| Loud as what? |
| You know childish stuff
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| The things you do when you’re lonely
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| But homies gotta be all proud and such
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| Like «we don’t love them hoes,» that’s what they all say
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| Still I seen many fall prey to a doll face
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| They saying I ain’t all straight
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| Cause dimes recognize me now in the hallway
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| And flash a smile, I pass 'em quick with a small wave
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| Basically punk 'em so my boys get mad and punch me
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| In the junk til my balls ache
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| Guess Shad’s back on that emo tip, oh good
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| The scarf and the tight jeans complete the whole look
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| Why don’t you go cook
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| Some vegan food and rent The Notebook?
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| We all need a good cry Shad, you so should!
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| Then maybe you’ll feel better and won’t put
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| Together another lame long love song with no hook!
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| Go sniff a rose bush and learn how to rap again
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| I thought you got your flow back, what happened man?
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| You had that super difficult, seven syllables at the minimal
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| A-typical schemes and you packed 'em in
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| Now you slack and when you rapping, you have to grin
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| Cause you know that them rhymes is as wack as sin
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| And not half as dope as you had 'em then
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| Shad dude, when was the last time you grabbed a pen
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| And worked your brains out, spat flames out? |
| You tame now
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| Sort of got this half-way lame style
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| And this is sort of an aside, but you’ve gained pounds
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| Spending all day layed out on that same couch
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| Whatever happened to «I want a Clair Huxtable»
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| And «the only rap videos I make are instructional»?
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| I think you got a little bit too comfortable
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| And you still out of love, so what you gonna do? |