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[Verse 1] |
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You remember when I would message you? |
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And you'd reply but I felt like I wasn't gettin' through |
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Was set to prove I was the better dude |
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You had a situation and I was patient on ways to make a move |
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Asked was I single, afraid to lose you, I played the fool |
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Though she was made for me, I was made for you |
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That's the basic truth |
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You showed me upfront, but me, I told you, "Later" |
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Discovered it on your own, now you think I'm some sort of player |
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But I was just delayin' the news |
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And I would use your strength to break what was already broke, confused |
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But girl you made it clear to me, actin' out of a fantasy |
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[?] didn't be bruised |
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Had to confess and I proved |
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I made a nuisance, I cut a tie |
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Drown in my sea of lies, pray I'm hung out to dry, rest assured |
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Je t'adore, met you out front of your store |
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And I meant it when I said, "Tu es mon amor" |
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[Hook] x2 |
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I meant it when I said it |
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You know it, you know it |
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I mean it when I said it |
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You know it, you know it |
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[Verse 2] |
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When I moved to Brooklyn, I said it wouldn't change me |
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[?] in my DNA say I just go where the pay be |
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If I was in computers, I'm movin' to where they take me |
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But Cali ain't got winter and that's the feelin' that made me |
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My brothers back at home be like, "Homie give me a deal" |
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I told 'em it's a promise and when I'm on that I will |
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I believed that I would but wasn't sure how I could |
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Time passed, perfect the craft, they ain't keep up with the skill |
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Yet they message me still, what I said, I ain't forget it |
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It's just hard to keep you first when you're in second |
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And that ain't how I meant it, but I mean it, what I texted |
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And people get defensive, think you mean but you ain't stressin' |
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My generation communicatin' without emotion |
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And they get easy to agree with stuff in the moment |
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You said you had a show and I wrote you that I was slidin' on through |
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When I replied, that wasn't lie, it was true |
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[Hook] x2 |
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[Verse 3] |
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When my hobby turned into an obsession |
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Then my obsession turned into a career |
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But the pay was a jobless profession |
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Name on the door, I was a glorified volunteer |
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But you gotta start somewhere, right? |
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Was in the basement on an unclear flight |
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Goin' somewhere slow, so what's the program? |
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Once I got some money, respectfully answer, "No ma'am" |
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Got a couple ounces, the customers came and went |
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Section 8 the housing, you best come up with rent |
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Wasn't the smartest move, it was better than havin' no plan |
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Cut that out as quick as I started |
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Back on my mission to be an artist |
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All I can see is me somewhere foreign and people pourin' in venues |
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I rap over instrumentals I made in my residential |
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[?] mama ignorin' |
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Sent her, sent her flowers for pushin' me and endurin' |
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It's time to call the florist |
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[Hook] x2 |
