| My girl is a delicate flower, a super-hero,
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| Being a single mom helped her develop the powers.
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| We stay up to a elegant hour talking the hell and the sour,
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| Reaching out to God cause the Devil a coward.
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| But he still sits on my shoulder and whispers
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| It feels like my shoulder gets colder the more that I listen.
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| And now it seems like she ready to leave
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| We stay to beef the main reason my desire to spreading my seed.
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| I try to tell her I’m just a man,
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| She said «no, you’re wrong, cause you’re way more than that, you need to cut
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| the scheme.
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| You’re not fooling me, this lunacy. |
| Them excuses might be new to the birds,
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| but they ain’t new to me.»
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| Yo, I hate when the fit is proun, is like everytime I pick up the phone you
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| bitch moan, whoa.
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| I’m like why you stressing for? |
| Press to the norm, make me wanna never get
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| involved.
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| I need to rip these benefits,
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| Uh, you so sensitive.
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| I say serve this rarity
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| She say I deserve your loyalty.
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| Girls have feelings.
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| Men lie out of fear but we front like we’re not afraid,
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| Whether arguing or not, the bills gotta get paid.
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| We are not in 6th grade, we’re fighting and people watching
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| On Tweeter she emo-blogging, I’m boiling the hemoglobin.
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| And lead the side the arguments never move me
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| Cause we acting out the stereotypes like telly perry movies.
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| My indiscretion is reeking in deep betrayal,
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| The beat is on like horses, is hard to keep em stabile.
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| She believed me the way Mike believed in frydal
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| But I need her, she the proof in my soul, my sweet potato.
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| Before I let her go I know she’ll be forever gone,
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| I can’t leave when the weather roam or weather storms.
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| She like a tree, now got me looking for feema,
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| Cover in my neighbor’s lawn the grass is looking greener.
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| But in reality it never is,
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| I’m sure there’s others, but I’ll never find a better.
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| Girls have feelings,
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| Girls have feelings,
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| Girls have feelings,
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| They surely, surely do. |