| I’ve been called a bad boyfriend and even worse ex
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| Told put God first and her next
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| If she’s the only girl like Snow White or Smurfette
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| She’s not, I am dating nobody, nobody’s perfect
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| And there’s no sure bets, just courage and first steps
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| We don’t talk, got hang-ups and one-word texts
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| Lessons learned on hurt and discipline
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| In repair, still need a lotta work like Michigan
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| State improves when my Pistons win or when I see my sis again
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| Missing friends I call when I’m getting bent
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| Out of shape over, wait, fix that
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| Fit but no six-pack cause I won’t do sit ups or give up Big Macs
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| With Shad you always get a mixed bag
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| Sadness and joy, wins and mishaps
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| Healed wounds and picked scabs
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| More ups and downs than a Six Flags
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| Music with a message I left after the click
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| Don’t go
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| I said, «don't you go»
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| But you hate talking on the phone
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| You’re way too close to home (try your call again)
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| She’s so off the hook, but when I’m letting go of the telephone
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| She goes off the wall, like a hella old centerfold
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| Should’ve left the cell at home
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| We’re breaking up, can’t hear what she’s saying but I get the tone
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| Nah’mean? |
| Nah, I’ve never known
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| Say you mean well, then how come I’m left alone
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| When I need help? |
| This female won’t take my calls
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| It’s like pool and that’s her cue to break my balls
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| The games we play, replay the same each day
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| Phone tag, hide-and-seek with the PDA off
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| I’m on course like the PGA
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| Towards a deep sea cave where my treasure is kept
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| Buried like death in the depths where I keep me safe
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| I’m just like, «Aye, we’ll keep in touch»
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| Not close like Glenn, just close enough
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| And the attachment’s still there, just never opened up
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| And the bill for my cell is high c-notes, Wynton Marsalis
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| Man, why Telus gotta be so selfish?
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| Helpless, ran out of luck
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| Ran out of minutes on my Solo before I could finish (don't go)
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| Don’t end this while I’m roaming on the road dough low
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| Woken up with a special ring like Frodo
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| I get the picture, don’t upload the photo
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| I can see you both, pixels in my mind load in slow-mo
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| TLO on the mixer switch to phono
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| For grown folks BB pinning hopes but the phone’s broke
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| Disconnected, just a second
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| I’m cutting out, TLO cut the records |