| Man this fuckin' bitch
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| Took off, fuckin' with some college graduate
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| Punk-ass, Abercrombie wearin' motherfucker
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| Left me broken-hearted in the Chevy
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| It’s all good though, know why
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| I got me bitch
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| Both of us was in the same class
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| In '02 in Antioch, Nash-Ville
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| And I wanted you so bad
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| That I forgot to mind my manners
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| Everybody wanted them panties
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| Every guy was hopin' to land it
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| We would flirt around and touch hands
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| Until we fucked around and took Xanax
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| And that’s when you began to drive me bananas
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| I was in denial it’s apparent
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| You began to lie to your parents
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| You should know that I can’t live
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| Without you holdin' my name
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| Now my heart’s in control of my brain
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| And I can’t hold it in the lanes
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| Rollin' down 20, man
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| With this Jack in my cup
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| Feelin' down on my luck
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| And I’m doin 120, man
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| Maybe I’m givin' up
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| Baby I’m givin' up
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| Baby what is happening?
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| Don’t you believe in us?
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| Don’t you believe in us?
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| She said I know you gave me everything
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| But love is not enough
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| Love is not enough
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| Love is not enough
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| Used to fuck so much, we missed school
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| You was there when I needed you
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| I was there when you needed me
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| We were un-separable
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| When I was broke, with no fuckin' food
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| You was tough enough to be cool
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| Skate holes all in my shoes
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| Dope-boys had me confused
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| I was in love with hip-hop
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| You was in love with that too
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| What made it come to a stop?
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| Had to have been the money issue, bitch
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| And I really miss the rain
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| I gave you all of my soul
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| And all I got left is a key-chain
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| Rollin' down 20, man
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| With this Jack in my cup
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| Feelin' down on my luck
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| And I’m doin 120, man
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| Maybe I’m givin' up
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| Baby I’m givin up
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| Baby what is happening?
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| Don’t you believe in us?
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| Don’t you believe in us?
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| She said I know you gave me everything
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| But love is not enough
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| Love is not enough
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| Love is not enough
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| Who the fuck are you fuckin' now, bet he’s always takin' you out
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| College-educated and proud
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| Me, well I’m just a drop-out
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| Can’t really blame you for buggin'
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| Ain’t I the dirt on your rug
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| And just the place to wipe your shoes
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| And give me all your thrown away lovin'
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| Back to my buzzin' and druggin'
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| Back to my gutter with nothin'
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| Back to the «What, all the sudden?»
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| Cracks in the covenant, trust in me
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| You ain’t gotta worry bout sharing this success with Wayne
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| Now it’s just petty change but I still feel the pain
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| Rollin' down 20, man
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| With this Jack in my cup
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| Feelin' down on my luck
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| And I’m doin 120, man
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| Maybe I’m givin' up
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| Baby I’m givin up
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| Baby what is happening?
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| Don’t you believe in us?
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| Don’t you believe in us?
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| She said I know you gave me everything
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| But love is not enough
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| Love is not enough
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| Love is not enough |