| I’m tired
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| I’m bothered
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| Yet dwelling on the fact
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| You’re just like
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| My father
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| You don’t know when to quit it, admit it
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| I don’t need your open hand, no
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| Tired of this silly dance
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| There’s something special on the high note
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| Don’t get it twisted this is where I stand
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| Don’t get consumed, don’t want to mourn too
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| Had a couple hurts and now it’s my turn
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| Can’t stand to see a nigga blow me
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| Don’t get it twisted this is where I stand
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| You think I’m soft
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| Like Iceland moss
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| All over me
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| Like harmonies
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| Life’s so breezy
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| So smooth like us
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| I think that’s why
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| We’re eye to eye
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| I’d rather lose focus instead
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| Enjoy these moments to spare
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| Looks like we’re going nowhere
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| I let my path guide my heart
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| And saw the words on the walls
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| Our love’s a cave in the dark
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| It read that you’re all talk
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| He said how you going to walk around, acting like you don’t even care?
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| Last year we were so close, tell me how did we get here?
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| If you don’t know, then I’ll make it clear
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| I don’t need your open hand, no
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| Tired of this silly dance
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| There’s something special in the high note
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| Don’t get it twisted this is where I stand
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| You think I’m soft
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| Like Iceland moss
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| All over me
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| Like harmonies
|
| Life’s so breezy
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| So smooth like us
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| I think that’s why
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| We’re eye to eye
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| You think I’m soft
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| Like Iceland moss
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| Watch me prance in the Iceland loft
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| That we built with the Iceland thoughts
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| While you watched through window, go!
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| I love you soft like Iceland moss
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| I loved you soft like Iceland moss
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| I held you close like Iceland moss
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| I held you close then I saw you off
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| You think I’m soft
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| Like Iceland moss
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| All over me
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| Like harmonies
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| Life’s so breezy
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| So smooth like us
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| I think that’s why
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| We’re eye to eye |