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If you're gonna play with my soul, |
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Why don't you take a look at your own first. |
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No pain is lean enough, it's always filled with hurt, |
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And those feelings, you know i felt them first |
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And it hurts. |
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So why don't you stop phoney ladies in my face to cramp my freedom, |
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Phoney ladies that mess me up, calling names to cramp my freedom |
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And you don't even wanna see them calling names to cramp my freedom |
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Phoney ladies that mess me up. |
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Nobody's gonna grab my freedom, nobody's gonna mess me up. |
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You becoming a victim of the game, |
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Don't you forget i'm your sister and your friend too. |
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The way you treat me will put this house to shame, |
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Your secret conversations put you in the frame. |
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In the frame |
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So why don't you stop phoney ladies in my face to cramp my freedom, |
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Phoney ladies that mess me up, calling names to cramp my freedom |
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And you don't even wanna see them calling names to cramp my freedom |
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Phoney ladies that mess me up. |
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Nobody's gonna grab my freedom, nobody's gonna mess me up. |
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No money money money can buy what we've got, |
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No money money money can buy what we've got, |
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No money money money can buy what we've got, |
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No money money money can buy what we've got. |
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[spoken] you're playing games, |
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Trying to make me jealous. |
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It'll never save us now. |
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So why don't you stop calling ladies in my face to cramp my freedom, |
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Phoney ladies that mess me up, calling names to cramp my freedom |
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And you don't even wanna see them calling ladies to cramp my freedom |
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Phoney ladies that mess me up. |
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Nobody's gonna grab my freedom, nobody's gonna mess me up... |
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(no money money money can buy what we've got...) |
