| Like that right there
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| It feels so African
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| Got a little somethin' on my chest
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| Gotta get it off, gotta get it off
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| You say the meanest fuckin' things to me
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| And I pretend that I don’t care
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| But when it’s said and done and the war is won
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| Your words are all I hear
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| And they echo
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| And they echo
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| And they echo
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| And they echo
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| Say what you mean, mean what you say
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| You the meanest girl, you my Tina Fey
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| Like you out for pain, like you out for shame
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| But you pout when I call you out your name
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| Your words burnin' me, you’re my bird of prey
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| When you feed your young, you regurgitate
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| What I heard you say and reverberate
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| But I’m a man, gotta show my vertebrae
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| I’m the kind to wait, you can come through with
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| You can run to it and get numb to it
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| Treat you like the Autobahn, just sung to it
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| Treat you like my favorite song and just jump to it
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| Girl you waste my bluff when we makin' love
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| Can’t take it, love, you my favorite drug
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| You my fleur-de-lys, you disturb the peace
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| Cause you hurtin' me, you turned to me and said
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| Love is a potion that’s fluent, let’s keep it movin'
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| The only thing that’s magic is moments, I’m only human
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| The only thing that’s tragic is futures that we can ruin
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| I pound for couple of hours, double influence
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| Need a break from the words you’re usin'
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| My love broke my Kevin Hart
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| Let me explain cause I see what you’re doin'
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| Mama said, «You don’t need to stay»
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| Papa said, «Boy you need to pray», goddamn
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| You say the meanest fuckin' things to me
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| And I pretend that I don’t care
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| But when it’s said and done and the war is won
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| Your words are all I hear
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| And they echo
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| And they echo
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| And they echo
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| And they echo
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| We can’t internalize the things people say to us
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| But it make you sus, I need a break from us
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| I used to think your attitude was a major plus
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| Now the way you talk to me is like we breakin' up
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| Tryna get into my zone without you makin' a fuss
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| Like sticks and stones, your words breakin' stuff
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| They hittin' home, but I can take a punch
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| I’m your David Lynch, you’re my naked lunch
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| I found space for us, found a place for us
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| Used to pray for love, used to pray for us
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| Would’ve gave you my blood but you gave it up
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| My heart a house for this love but you sprayed it up
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| You can’t take a brush, comments is tangled up
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| In a web of emotion that’s dangerous
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| I can’t make this up, that shit is lame as fuck
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| I ain’t a slave but I’m out here tryna make a buck
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| Stayin' on my hustle, I ride around and I spend it
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| Set it into motion like butterflies to defect it
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| Tryin' to pretend that the words are never effective
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| Seem to work for a second but never be worth the effort
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| I’m a man and they say I ain’t s’posed to run on emotions
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| So I let you get away with more than you were supposed to
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| I kept it bottled up like a note to float in the ocean
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| Just stop myself, I’m explodin'
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| You say the meanest fuckin' things to me
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| And I pretend that I don’t care
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| But when it’s said and done and the war is won
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| Your words are all I hear
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| And they echo
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| And they echo
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| And they echo
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| And they echo |