| Baby where you at? |
| Tell me watchu really doin'
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| Hit me wit the map, sliding thru at two in the morning
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| Shawty bust it back for a sad mother fucker
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| She ain’t gonna ask but she gotta know I love her (Ayy)
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| Baby where you at? |
| Baby, don’t you know?
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| I want you calling back, need it in my phone
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| Sometimes I’m painted black, violently alone
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| Craving to react, tell me where you’re goin'
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| Baby where you at? |
| Baby, don’t you know?
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| I want you calling back, need it in my phone
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| Sometimes I’m painted black, violently alone
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| Craving to react, tell me where you’re goin'
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| Baby where you at? |
| Baby, don’t you know?
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| I want you calling back, need it in my phone
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| Sometimes I’m painted black, violently alone
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| Craving to react, tell me where you’re goin'
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| My first wrong move was learning your name
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| Second wrong move was having you further explain
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| I’ll never understand what you meant that day
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| Sounding so full of myself and that is who to blame
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| My wallet laughing at me on the way to the bank
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| You silly mother fucker, what you think gon' happen?
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| You might as well stop rappin', wrap it like the wound
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| You been bagging, need a fix just to numb the strain
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| Outdated habits, fill the brain
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| All aboard the plane, yeah it’s all in vain
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| I’m filling the void of being alone
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| Talking to this fucking shorty that I barely know
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| Unsure of where it’ll go
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| Long as after all, I can come back home
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| Don’t follow that road, you always have chose
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| We all been here before
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| Are you making things worse or working for the better?
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| It’s all up to the weather, with how my week will be
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| Baby look at me but not forever
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| Anxious 'bout the ties I have yet to sever
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| Baby where you at? |
| Baby, don’t you know
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| I want you calling back, need it in my phone
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| Sometimes I’m painted black, violently alone
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| Craving to react, tell me where you’re goin'
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| Baby where you at? |
| Baby, don’t you know
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| I want you calling back, need it in my phone
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| Sometimes I’m painted black, violently alone
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| Craving to react, tell me where you’re goin'
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| Going, craving to react, tell me where you’re goin'
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| Baby where you at? |
| Baby, don’t you know?
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| I want you calling back, need it in my phone |