| Yeah
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| You might not like some of the things that I do
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| Or the things I say
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| But guarantee you, you gon' love me tomorrow
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| Fo' sho'
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| She love she love me not
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| But I never real touchy lovey dovey for what he got
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| Suddenly kissy huggy what is for me the buddy slot
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| But they callin' me to put it right in the open it could be an ugly stop
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| She’s lookin' to be caressed on the reg
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| Fetched on the reg, sex on the reg
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| Only Techs on the bread
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| With nothin' but busting percussion and checks on the head
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| As she huffin' and puffin' 'cause wasn’t no Tech on the bed
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| And she don’t like that Tech N9ne persona
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| Groupies more groupies for true they be juicy like John Bedushi
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| Like the one that do movies, man ay caramba
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| You google me I’m beyond the boobies and champaignya
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| Bumbaclot don’t shrug me 'cause I’m the rapper
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| But again you fond of da slacker who’s been on your love
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| Peace in your honor, just trusting can calm ya
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| She stoned now I’m home but she gon' love me mañana
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| Can’t stand to hear my name or see my face
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| But every time she does she feels disgraced
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| But she gon' love me tomorrow (Love me tomorrow)
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| Love me tomorrow (Love me tomorrow)
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| Love me tomorrow (Love me tomorrow)
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| Love me tomorrow (Love me tomorrow)
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| What kinda fan are you
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| Just because I expanded you ban a dude
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| Like I do soft musical Xanadu
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| But I’ll be damn if you slander who Tech N9na
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| My crew cannibals ain’t no fan of a true man
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| Who do a lot in a jam or two
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| Said I’m a sell out 'cause I worked with Wayne
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| First your brain needs work you hurt the game
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| Every lyric that we blurst put the earth to shame
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| How do we burst to fame if both of our verse the same
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| We supposed to be different, you know that we gifted
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| 'Cause what we spit you know that we live it
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| We grow 'cause we vivid
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| You’s a fair weather fan, your predictions will never stand
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| Like you know something better than when I’m chopping
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| Whatever man
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| I told my fans, that, I told them this years ago. |
| I said Tech will never go
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| mainstream, mainstream will go Tech
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| I hear ya saying that I ain’t the same
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| But in order to grow you know you got to change
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| But you gon' love me tomorrow (Love me tomorrow)
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| Love me tomorrow (Love me tomorrow)
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| Love me tomorrow (Love me tomorrow)
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| Love me tomorrow (Love me tomorrow)
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| Here today but be gone when you blink an eye
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| Constant drinking got you thinking and you about cry
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| I was forsaken life taken can you feel the pain
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| Heart breakin' body shakin' can you stand the rain
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| I was a friend of thee but treated like an enemy
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| But now I’m gone just a portion of your memories
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| But in your memory 'member this vividly
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| There was no other villain from the hood real as me
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| From the soil none loyal like the B.I.G
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| Homie from the show me, hope that’s how you 'member me
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| And we’ll soon see I ain’t got long to be
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| On this earth claiming turf running in these streets
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| I apologize homie look me in my eyes
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| Time to turn the page be a man and swallow pride
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| Too many homies died before I got to say my piece
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| So I just said my piece and hopin' that it brings us peace
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| Today is gone and I left this place
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| But I’ll be the sun shining on your face
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| So just love me tomorrow (Love me tomorrow)
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| Love me tomorrow (Love me tomorrow)
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| Love me tomorrow (Love me tomorrow)
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| Love me tomorrow (Love me tomorrow) |