| Thinkin' wit my dick, My head in the clouds
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| Should of avoided my temptation instead of my vows
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| Now I may suffer my forever shit wit Elon
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| Let’s put this shit to bed before this message gets the L-O
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| And if she catch me slippin',
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| The media gon' trip, And I got shit to do on T.V., keep me clean don’t do no
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| snitchin
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| And I’ma hold you down forever and appreciate the effort
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| And ya pussy was amazing but it ain’t worth a couple million
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| C’mon girl
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| Don’t be wrong girl
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| I hope you not rattin' out to get on girl
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| See my whole life I been winnin'
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| So the right to have these women, I’m entitled to their interest
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| Yeah I’m at 'em
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| And this a vicious battle that I’m havin'
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| But an addict yes I am, but i should act more like an adult
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| It knows me
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| It controls me
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| And I’m still hurtin over pops,
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| It consoles me
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| Okay my stories ain’t addin' up
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| But Elon don’t got no proof
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| And hell if I’m gon tell him, now shut up and play it cool
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| I love what the ladies do
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| But I love my babies too
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| And I have forsaken my marriage, now she gon take me for loot
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| Look in the mirror,
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| What do I really need
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| Is it the money or my marriage or media peace
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| Life’s fuckin' wit me,
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| Once the message released,
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| She found out and tried to treat my head like a tee
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| BITCH!
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| Shit
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| Embarrassments an understatement
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| As I annihilate the very thing that once was sacred
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| See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love
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| Street fighter hope she had that Tiger upper cut
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| Now they comin out the woodworks snitchin' on me
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| Once Mr. Woods was all good, Now a nigga only
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| You see now that nigga lonely
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| And losin all his money
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| Still hear that laughin' under breath while the Orlando police
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| See that’s insult to injury
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| Now I’m losin everything as they began the lynch in me
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| Turnin on ESPN you see they got it in for me
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| And they wont stop until they got my legacy in infamy
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| Infamy can’t deal wit it
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| She gon get the meals for this
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| Don’t root for me
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| They boo for me
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| And cheer for Phillip Nickleson
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| D-J seein all of them
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| They gon stop acknowlegin
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| Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again
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| Shit, How quickly they turn on a nigga
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| Yet, it is forever in a day to forgive and forget one
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| I’m forever a nigga
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| Guess when I knew the verdict,
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| I thought of Bill Clinton
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| I looked at Roethlisberger
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| At the politics surface, I aint hardly workin'
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| I’m gettin help for this addiction, (??) important
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| But I’m sorry for the damage I have done
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| For all the pedicures I’ve given to their camel toes they bring
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| I know I’m wrong now
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| Can we get along now?
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| Would I stay with her, or separate or move along now
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| Okay you wrong now
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| We don’t get along now
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| Three quarter bills later,
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| Maybe guess you get it all now |