| Girl you know that you need
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| to stop givin’me the silent. |
| treatment baby
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| Can’t you see what you mean to me?
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| I wanna love you constantly, but you keep neglecting me And treating me silently
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| Verse One: BlackThought
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| Yo, I had a Queen named Amina, height 5'7
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| Caramel-complected, body like heaven
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| Met her through the sister of my man Big Vince
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| Like some shit from out the flicks we been in love ever since
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| She called me her chocolate brotha, I call her my sugar sista
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| Knew Shorty could work it since before I ever kissed her
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| I never dissed her, painted my picture to hit
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| But because sex she wasn’t with, she started flippin an’shit
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| Like, Listen man, I’m Queen Amina, Amina’s not no freak and
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| that game is weak and keep tryin to hit I could quit speakin
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| Tariq in fact, you bein BlackThought don’t get ya closer
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| I dig ya but won’t bone ya because I’m so-called supposed ta Most o’them would, but that couldn’t be me, that’s not my flava
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| Go home and think about that, maybe later on I’ll page ya…
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| I contemplated, and then concluded she was bluffin
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| Steady pursuin screwin, gettin nothin but the silent treatment
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| Chorus (+ Silently bay-bee at end)
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| Verse Two: BlackThought
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| Crazy frustration, about my lovin situation
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| When patience was a virtue, but I wasn’t used to waitin
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| I want some Marvin Gaye healin, feelin is real inside
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| I slip and slide, my ride’ll keep you occupied, I’d.
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| love to get wit it like that, but my baby’s kitty cat’s capped
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| and locked, Love Boat is docked at the shore
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| And what for? |
| Later for groupies on tour
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| Why won’t my sugar call me no more?
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| I mean, my Queen gets upset, rejectin and sexually neglect
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| Then sayin I’m more sewer than Das EFX, and closed-minded
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| It’s like I’m blinded by the skinnin
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| I’m into women; |
| because of that, this one’s into communication
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| Temptation played the vandal, freakin my brain, my mind
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| Rippin the handle on physically scandalous acts
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| Yo! |
| She knew what I wanted, but she fronted
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| … bust it Verse Three: BlackThought
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| Well umm
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| Movin right along with the song, plus the strong
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| feelings on my mind, desire to intertwine
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| Combine and blend, baby bust a message that I send
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| Ain’t no need to pretend, cause shit is real til the end
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| I provide a place to hide from crime, hard times
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| and livin trife, while I open ya mind, you’re in my life
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| like love, it ain’t no way no one can rise above what’s real
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| That’s why I’m feelin like you’re makin me bugged
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| I puff an El on fifty deuce while I walk in the rain
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| Heart feelin killa pain while I hop the train
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| Dial her number to the rest, and ain’t no messages left
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| Regardless, my chest thumps from stress, yo it’s a mess
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| I don’t know what I got to do to make you understand
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| I’m for real and that’s no question, no frontin or no guessin
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| Undressin, carressin, in the span, that I contain in my hand
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| could touch and make you say that I’m such a man
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| and call my name, so let me set your body aflame
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| I’ll never treat you like a dame or run game
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| Now who’s to blame?
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| I know you’re not a hoe for niggaz with a lot of dough
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| But I just wanted you to know
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| Chorus (+ silently at end)
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| Chorus ½ (+ silently, si-lent-ly at end) |