| Got caught in a moment, nothing was the same
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| If I thought you’d notice, I’d mention your name
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| But you’re out of the picture, I can’t still picture the fame
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| But I really miss you, I put the issues to flame
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| I can’t, no I can’t do it, I quit
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| I can’t stay when you acting so righteous
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| I ain’t play with you fucking nigga
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| Just rolling papers and lying faces on some broken bitches
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| Rolling papers and palm faking on some ugly niggas
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| Look, I ain’t fucking with ya
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| Oh, woah
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| Not into the mystery, if you selling dreams
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| And you’re somewhere listening, then you so damn mean
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| And since we both ain’t shit niggas, then you can go to hell with me
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| I know I played a lot of love games with ya, I can’t stand when the game plays
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| me
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| I know I played a lot of love games with ya, I can’t stand when the game plays
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| me
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| I don’t want stress, I don’t want press
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| I don’t like mess, 'less it’s 'bout my sex
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| You don’t get nothing, but you can get flex
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| If somebody ask you about your ex
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| Don’t mention my name
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| 'Cause you be dropping names
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| Don’t mention my name, yeah
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| 'Cause you running games
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| Don’t mention my name
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| That’s so fucking lame
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| Got caught in a moment, nothing was the same
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| If I thought you’d notice, I’d mention your name
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| But you’re out of the picture, I can’t still picture the fame |