| I remember you remember, we was love without a budget
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| Cupid quick to shoot the bullet
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| Skip the arrow, this was urgent//
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| We was on our way
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| All these days
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| Seem to fly by
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| We was all the praise//
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| But I hate feeling nostalgia
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| Like its dead and gone in the hours
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| Since the honeymoon
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| It’s come to bloom
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| We left the Sun/Son, became the moon//
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| What’s love, if this ain’t hate
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| So what’s real, if this ain’t fake
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| My homie told me, he and his girl split the same way
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| I pray to God, this can’t be our same fate//
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| I know, you know
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| We both can’t take this too long//
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| But who’s wrong, and who’s strong’s a weakness we been too on
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| If we don’t work it out
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| We both dieing in this shootout//
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| If it’s love, then show me that it’s love
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| And if we stray, it don’t matter, nothing great comes in a day//
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| Hook
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| Can’t stay mad for long
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| I choose to love you
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| I don’t care who’s right or wrong
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| I choose to love you
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| Everyday
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| Choose to love
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| Everyday
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| Choose to love
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| Swallow my pride
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| Choose to love
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| I chose to love
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| I chose to love you
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| So why we yelling, why we fussin, why the neighbours know our business,// |
| Ain’t we 'posed (supposed) to be in love and model out the perfect witness//
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| You done witnessed all my good & bad
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| Now what this gotta do with that?
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| It’s do or die, or suicide, we said that on the realest side//
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| We ain’t come away and we ain’t goin' now
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| So we don’t run away when the rain comes down
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| Son/Sun is on the way, just beyond those clouds
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| I know you
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| And you know me//
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| So we acting like we victims of our own emotions
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| Like we ain’t got the spirit in the mix of our devotion,//
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| You quick to get involved
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| I’m quick to cut you off
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| We quick to speak and slow to listen
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| That’s a vision flawed//
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| This thing God put together
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| He meant to last forever
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| No one assunder, rain or thunder even when we under,//
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| So baby ride this wave with me
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| Come on stay with me
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| This thing we started still got beauty, though it ain’t pretty//
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| Hook |