| I was standing, one of the cast of many
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| I would give anything to swing hand in hand
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| With her but it was just a blur
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| I couldn’t blame her, why give up fortune and the fame
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| For a nigga who can barely afford his name
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| So the dame kept aim at the stars
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| I’m often thinking about her
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| When I’m waitin on calls across the border
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| Made sure my rhymes in order cause
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| That moment could be near and it was
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| Now my attorney is tellin' me to sign here
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| So I appear and perform international
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| The time came she stepped to me I thought rational
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| But she knew I wanted it
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| She walked around and flaunted it like a peacock
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| I knocked the Reebok Now she jock
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| Blowin up the Pactel and the doorbell
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| Had to check myself as well love boat won’t sail
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| Cause I’m no captain let them know from the start
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| I let you break me off but I won’t let you
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| Break my heart
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| So I’m surrounded by bitches
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| Now this is the most incredible shit in Slim Kid history
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| So watch if you will the moment some good
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| Shit pops and they be foggin up ya grill
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| Overly thrilled to get you in ya ass like massingil
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| Still burnin shit now and I’m still learnin how not to fuck
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| With ya baby or make ya my old lady
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| You just overcasting ya ass is shady tryin to block
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| The sunlight with all of that hype and now I’m discontinue’n
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| All of this pipe that I’ve been layin as long as you keep
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| Swayin to anotha crew’s tempo I gotta let you go and that’s
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| Simple so get it through ya two temples because I’m
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| Tryin' to live fatter than a blimp ho
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| And you’re exempt and I won’t symp on a write off
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| So step out my world and turn the light off
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| She was my high school sweetheart down from start
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| When all I had was high hopes my health and my art
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| But when I got fame she became unsure
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| If I could still feel the same when I came off tour
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| I said «for sure» cuz what God gave us, girl, I’m grateful
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| No need to be insecure baby your nigga’s faithful
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| So now I’m off doin' dates in a gang of states
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| And as my status elevates I see the baddest eights
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| At the backstage gate lookin' great straight
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| Waitin for a nigga so now I figure
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| «Hey I only live once I’m goin' all out today»
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| Made a call out to L.A. to say what had to say…
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| Now I get back the very next week only to learn
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| The tables turned like a technique twelve hundred
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| Last thing in the world that I wanted was my girl goin' out every
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| Night gettin blunted
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| And zooted with a clique of well known
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| Reputed groupie hoes from all the hip hop shows
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| Backstage with her little backpack tryin to get chose
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| By anotha nigga with talent wealth and fame
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| Oh I suppose I guess I got myself to blame
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| For turning her out into a hip hop freak
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| Now I seek counseling
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| From a therapist twice a week
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| So let me speak about the freak So let me speak about the
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| Freak
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| Instantly she made another selection
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| Because he was in the lime plus had
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| The money connection «correction»
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| «way more paid» is why she laid and played
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| A charade in the game of deception
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| This Miss-mysterious mistress is just an actress
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| Of the mattress cuz she’s a wanna be mack-tress
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| Well built-but equipped with the tackiest of tactics
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| And I hate it why this is dedicated to all of them
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| Type of women who still be swimming Lost and confused
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| In the lake of illusion with no values is why they’re
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| Constantly losin' |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Groupie Therapy , by - The Pharcyde. Song from the album Labcabincalifornia, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп