| Ain’t nobody ever gonna fuck you like I do, it’s true
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| I’m gon' have to pull up on you
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| Swerve in a Benz coupe, in the best mood
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| 'Cause they’re all telling lies
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| And it’s all wasted time
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| How they used to just abuse you
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| And this traffic is tragic
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| Just imagine what happened
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| I could be your fucking hero baby
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| I break down these walls
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| Then start loading up thin arrows, thin arrows
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| And I pick up your call and I’m pulling over
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| Start shooting like dinero, dinero
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Young Cupid got an AK47 tonight, it isn’t fair
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| Young Cupid got an AK47 tonight
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| Oh, oh well, oh well, I’m reloaded, oh
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| I’ll be loving you 'til the end of days
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| Under sycamore trees, through the alley ways
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| Far passed where our dealer stayed
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| Where we used to buy 'til our fears would fade
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| Yesterday my whole life changed
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| Yesterday I saw your face
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| Yesterday I can’t escape
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| Now I wonder all the time when my heart will break
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| Will my lungs collapse from the purple haze?
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| Blow a bag on a golden chain
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| How my clothing hangs
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| I’ve been so enslaved from that
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| So am I not all you want?
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| Just let me know and I’ll move on from you
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| But if not
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| I break down these walls
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| Then start loading up thin arrows, thin arrows
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| And I pick up your call and I’m pulling over
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| Start shooting like dinero, dinero
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Young Cupid got an AK47 tonight, it isn’t fair
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| Young Cupid got an AK47 tonight
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| —Sick |