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(Verse 1) |
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The phone rings, it?s a quarter to 9 |
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I?m slippin? on some fresh kicks and jacket with matching lining |
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My boys on the line and announcing the time and |
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How I need to hurry cause its bout to be live man |
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A parties jumping off Dj?s bringin beats |
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My boys bringing his girl, the one he met last week |
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Mad geeked he says peace and ends the conversation with that |
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Not sure what to expect, but that?s the beauty perhaps |
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So I rush out of my crib followed by the door |
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Meet up, get to the club, make my way to the floor, |
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I?m seeing girls showing flesh, dancing shoes in full effect |
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My boys in the vicinity his girls to his left |
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Rubbing her bootie on me, when his heads turned right |
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Yo a cutie indeed, damn, but something ain?t right |
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So I ignore her gestures, and proceed with my business |
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Just enjoying music and some physical fitness |
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And when the nights over yo we're back at my boys crib |
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He dips to the store, so I?m alone with his mistress |
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She sits at a distance ..but what is this? |
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She?s throwing charm like javelins traveling within inches |
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I duck and dodge but now her hands on my leg |
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Damn she?s creeping towards red I hold my head and beg? |
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(Chorus) |
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Father, don't let me be tempted, cause I been that route |
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Sayin father don?t let me be tempted I been there before |
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(repeat) |
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(Verse 2) |
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And after nights like that, I?m dead tired at work |
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Behind on deadlines and a boss that?s a jerk |
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2 years under my belt, sitting here, what?s the worth? |
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Staring at a screen until my vision is blurred |
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Word, I?m trying to get by, cause I must survive |
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Living for measly checks till the day that I die? |
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Never that, settle that I hear a voice in my head sing |
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Just then I see a pen and timecard for weeks ending |
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Yeah I worked plenty, but the question is when |
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I can say I worked 20 when I only did 10 |
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And pretend, cause with the extra ends there?s plenty to spend on |
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Or if accounts in the red, its what I?ll depend on |
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Once the rents gone, and its due real soon |
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So I?m convincing myself, my lies could be true |
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And its funny, how money can change your thinking |
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Like a boat that floats false hope when your sinking |
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I?m flinching I pause with a pen in my palm |
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I see two doors so to my lord I sing this song... |
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(Chorus) |
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Saying father, don't let me be tempted, cause I been that route |
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Saying father don?t let me be tempted I been there before |
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(repeat) |
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(Verse 3) |
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I?m saying, twist ya thinking caps to the side |
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I?m saying one time for your mind one time |
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I?m like walking the ave on a hot ass day |
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Just got off that job with that modest pay |
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But yo I?m on my way hold up on my way |
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Banks close at 6 and cash is calling my name |
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So as I rush the door I brush shoulders with this stranger |
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Who gets angered, throwing curses my way |
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Straight disturbed but I say ?sorry man? and keep walking |
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But he keeps talking shouting ?chink!? from his coffin |
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Often that words left herbs bloody like tampons |
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The setting?s ironic cause someone?s bout to get banked on |
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I?m amped son, blood is pumping through veins |
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I?m making knuckle sandwiches and lunch is on me now |
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I know with every pickle there?s a way out |
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Just brush my shoulders off and go with the safe route |
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But this time it?s different, or is it? I play out |
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These thoughts in my mind, then from my mouth I sang out? |
