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(feat. Yvette Michelle) |
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Oh, yeah, yeah |
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I'm not feeling you |
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No matter what you do |
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No matter what you say |
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I'm leaving anyway |
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You know how I'm living |
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Playa's never been my style |
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This time you're not forgiven so |
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Don't try to change my mind |
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I know you want me |
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And I know you want me bad |
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I know you're thinkin' of me |
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It's my turn not to care |
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And that's why |
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I'm not feeling you |
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No matter what you do |
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No matter what you say |
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I'm leaving anyway |
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I'm not feeling you |
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No matter what you do |
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No matter what you say |
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I'm leaving anyway |
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Let go, no flippin' out, my love |
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I need someone to hold me near |
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I need a man, don't try to buy my love |
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I need someone to be right here |
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Ah, no, no, no |
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I know you want me |
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And I know you want me bad |
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I know you're thinking of me |
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It's my turn not to care |
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So I |
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I'm not feeling you |
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No matter what you do |
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No matter what you say |
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I'm leaving anyway |
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I'm not feeling you |
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No matter what you do |
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No matter what you say |
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I'm leaving anyway |
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I'm not feeling you |
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No matter what you do |
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No matter what you say |
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I'm leaving anyway |
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I'm not feeling you |
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No matter what you do |
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No matter what you say |
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I'm leaving anyway |
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No matter what you say |
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I'm leaving anyway |
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No matter what you say |
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I'm leaving anyway |
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Hey baby, yeah I'm alright, how you feeling? |
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Come inside, yeah, come in, close the door behind you |
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Yeah, I know, I'm home a little early from work today |
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Yeah, you miss me baby? |
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Yeah? I missed you too |
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I missed you so much I followed you today |
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Ah huh, yo son, yo son, don't raise up son, chill |
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Sit down son I'm talking to you |
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But I'm saying though |
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Don't deny it, I saw you |
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I saw you with your alcoholic secretary |
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The one with the bad feet |
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Walking, holding her hand |
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Playing yourself as usual |
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And you know you are known for playing yourself |
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Instead of holding her hand |
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You shoulda been putting some lotion on them crusty feet she got |
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But anyway, I ain't gonna stress that |
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It's all good |
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You know your man Big Mike? |
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Yeah, the first round draft pig, Big Mike |
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I know you know him as Mike |
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But I call him Big Mike |
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Yeah, why you got your mouth open, boo, close your mouth |
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Cuz see, he's feeling me |
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And I am not feeling you |
