| Can’t be without you, baby
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| Not even for a night
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| And so I’ve been thinking lately
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| Of being with you for all time
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| Mmm, it’s 4:30 in Eastern time where I’m at, shorty
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| In the A.M., I’m sayin' though, where you at, shorty?
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| I’m happy without you but got my doubts, shorty
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| Like, like if my currency dry out, would you be out thirsty?
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| Would your mind want me, like your soul want me?
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| When I go down on you, I drown for quarter centuries
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| You a whole globe, you a whole earth
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| And I’m a troubled millionaire that fears you know your worth
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| Absence makes the heart grow, fonder so we ponder
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| On the things we gon' do, when distance ain’t a problem
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| Our intentions, they was honest, we was cordial, we was talkin'
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| We was hidin', there was no one, we was lyin', it was fuckin'
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| Foreplay with your body divided now
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| It’s forehead kisses before my flight departed, that
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| Showed me the feelings, 'bout to play with that
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| Three days away, three hours back, hold on
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| Can’t be without you, baby
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| Not even for a night
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| (Wale! Wale! Wale! Wale! Wale! Wale! Wale! Wale!)
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| And so I’ve been thinking lately
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| I don’t got no voice, who got my phone?
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| Who got my phone? |
| You got my phone?
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| Of being with you for all time
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| Mm, she called me? |
| Hold on now
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| You have reach the voicemail box
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| Hol' up, mm
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| Just got off the stage, know you sleepin', but wait, look
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| Just lost my voice for this crowd I only seen your face in
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| Everywhere but these women real as a fairy tale
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| Can barely talk but you hit my line, I’ma hear you well
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| I need that vibe from you 'cause spendin' time on this bus
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| Take the power from my brain, in 'tween your thighs they should rest
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| We alive, we in love, we can die if we don’t
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| If monogamy you want then share your time with Pornhub (ha!)
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| I’m just playin', just need you, know I’m lonely
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| Green Tea, Ricola and Honey Gold
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| We missin' each other more so we horny or don’t speak
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| Three hours apart, cool, two days and you seein' me
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| My vocals is now shot, call up doctor, steroid me
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| Cortisone 'til my quarter zone is back as your toy please
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| I know you don’t need nothin' but what I got
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| Two days away, three hours back, goodnight
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| Can’t be without you, baby
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| We one tomorrow away from celebratin' that
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| That very tomorrow’s the day
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| Not even for a night
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| I know it’s late but I’ma hit you later
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| And so I been thinking lately
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| Of being with you for all time
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| I’m on the way, you know
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| Once you know my voice back
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| Cause see like 100 forevers plus a day
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| Since I last seen the livin' embodiment of my forever face to face
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| And I might just inject your body with knowledge
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| Your body with style, you’ll be flyer than Rox Brown
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| Okay, I’m lyin', nobody flyin' than Rox
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| But I might just get in a half squat position
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| And proposition you with a shiny rock under an open box
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| So the onlookers can understand that we all official
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| We all just kids lookin' for the first love we ever injected
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| So whenever I’m never next to you
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| I never look to the next woman even on her best moment to bestowed
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| A stove you kept warm for me, as I kept distance, you kept cookin'
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| Sugar, we went from three days and three hours
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| 'til we two days and three hours to, «Girl he think he Darius Lovehall
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| He walkin' down the street writin' poetry
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| To make the between yo' knees feel like you need balance»
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| And I see you alot but I see you on camera
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| So it seem like a lie when I say I need to see us together
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| From three days to two days, from two days to today
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| From today to tonight, from tonight to forever
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| I’m up the street |