| It’s like I’m stuck in a box
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| You told me you love me but I think not
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| It’s like I’m stuck in a maze
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| You get so stuck in your ways
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| I heard you turnin' your page
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| Who been to Miami out in day
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| But don’t go call on me
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| That pussy got a hold on me
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| You can’t take back what you showed to me
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| But she never told on me
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| My niggas stuck in them cages
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| Can you send the picture of you naked?
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| Can’t deny it, girl, I need to be close to you
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| Way more close to you
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| And as close as we can get
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| Closer than the hands-on my timepiece
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| Bust down Cartier, that’s for my dime piece
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| Out on vacation, Jamaica, Queens, where you find me
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| Down in the ghetto, in the roughest burrows, where the bloodline deep
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| We way too far from the motherland
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| I’m tryna take you back where you belong if you understand
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| Too much to give, too less to borrow
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| Let’s go where the sun set, don’t think about tomorrow
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| Heart full of sorrow, think about what could’ve been
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| Or should’ve been, I was full of sin
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| Many men, wish death on me, they’ll never live again
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| Bitches who be fuckin' for
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| nails
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| Found in the paradox, we ended up parallel
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| No, I can’t live alone, I swear to God it’s
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| I’ll never leave her
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| It’s like I’m stuck in a box
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| You told me you love me but I think not
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| It’s like I’m stuck in a maze
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| You get so stuck in your ways
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| I heard you turnin' your page
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| Who been to Miami out in day
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| But don’t go call on me (On me)
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| That pussy got a hold on me (On me)
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| You can’t take back what you showed to me
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| But she never told on me
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| My niggas stuck in them cages
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| Can you send the picture of you naked?
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| Can’t deny it, girl, I need to be close to you (For real, woah)
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| Way more close to you
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| Close as it gets, I can’t go back to pretendin' like I don’t know you exist
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| I gotta over insist, I only burn bridges to the places that I never should’ve
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| been to begin with this shit
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| But you know that isn’t this
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| We was attached at the hip, skip the marriage but we still did on the honeymoon
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| trips
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| And that’s when we trip the most and shit
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| And we gon' keep trippin' if we never take the time out to unpack all of it,
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| for real
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| But you know I was all for you, you never needed me to go buy up the
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| for you
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| Snatchin' my soul 'cause you got enough of your own for you
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| Did everything, except grow with you
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| Thought I’d get old with you 'fore I got old to you
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| Saw your potential when everyone was sleepin'
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| That pussy mine but that’ll never be enough to keep me
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| I got older and realized that’s not all that I’m needin'
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| A gift to you, I guess that’s why it’s like
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| It’s like I’m stuck in a box
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| You told me you love me but I think not
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| It’s like I’m stuck in a maze
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| You get so stuck in your ways
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| I heard you turnin' your page
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| Who been to Miami out in day
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| But don’t go call on me (On me)
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| That pussy got a hold on me (On me)
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| You can’t take back what you showed to me
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| But she never told on me
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| My niggas stuck in them cages
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| Can you send the picture of you naked?
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| Can’t deny it, girl, I need to be close to you (Yeah)
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| Way more close to you
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| Way more close to you
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| Way more close to you |