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I was standing, one of the cast of many |
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I would give anything to swing hand in hand |
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with her But it was just a blur |
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I couldn't blame her, why give up fortune and the fame |
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for a nigga who can barely afford his name |
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So the dame kept aim at the stars |
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I'm often thinking about her |
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when I'm waitin on calls across the border |
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Made sure my rhymes in order cause |
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that moment could be near and it was |
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Now my attorney is tellin' me to sign here |
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So I appear and perform international |
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The time came she stepped to me I thought rational |
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But she knew I wanted it |
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she walked around and flaunted it like a peacock |
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I knocked the Reebok Now she jock |
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Blowin up the Pactel and the doorbell |
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Had to check myself as well love boat won't sail |
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Cause I'm not captain let them know from the start |
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I let you break me off but I won't let you |
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break my heart |
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So I'm surrounded by bitchery now this is |
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the most incredible shit in Slim Kid history |
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So watch if you will the moment some good |
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shit pops and they be foggin up ya grill |
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Overly thrilled to get you in ya ass like massingil |
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Still burnin shit now and I'm still learnin how not to **** |
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With ya baby or make ya my old lady |
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You just overcasting ya ass is shady tryin to block |
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the sunlight with all of that hype and now I'm discontinue'n |
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All of this pipe that I've been layin as long as you keep |
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swayin to anotha crew's tempo I gotta let you go and that's |
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simple so get it through ya two temples because I'm |
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tryin' to live fatter than a blimp ho |
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and you're exempt and I won't symp on a write off |
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So step out my world and turn the light off |
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She was my high school sweetheart down from start |
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When all I had was high hopes my health and my art |
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But when I got fame she became unsure |
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If I could still feel the same when I came off tour |
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I said for sure cuz what God gave us, girl, I'm grateful |
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No need to be insecure baby your nigga's faithful |
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So now I'm off doin' dates in a gang of states |
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And as my status elevates I see the baddest eights |
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At the backstage gate lookin' great straight |
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waitin for a nigga so now I figure |
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Hey I only live once I'm goin' all out today |
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Made a call out to LA to say what had to say |
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Now I get back the very next week only to learn |
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the tables turned like a technique twelve hundred |
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Last thing in the world that I wanted was my girl goin' out every |
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night gettin blunted |
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And zooted with a clique of well known |
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reputed groupie hos from all the hip hop shows |
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Backstage with her little backpack tryin to get chose |
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By anotha nigga with talent wealth and fame |
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Oh I suppose I guess I got myself to blame for turnin |
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her out into a hip hop freak Now I seek counseling |
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from a therapist twice a week |
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So let me speak about the freak So let me speak about the |
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freak |
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Instantly she made another selection |
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because he was in the lime plus had |
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the money connection correction |
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way more paid is why she laid and played |
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A charade in the game of deception |
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This Miss mysterious mistress is just an actress |
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of the mattress cuz she's a wanna be mack tress |
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Well built but equipped with the tackiest of tactics |
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And I hate it why this is dedicated to all of them |
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type of women who still be swimming Lost and confused |
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in the lake of illusion with no values is why they're |
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constantly losin' |
