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So I wrote this song once - out of love |
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About a scrub |
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In a crowded club or lounge |
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Surrounded by these hounds and thugs |
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And he goes home and he pouts because |
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Well first of all, his ears hurt from shoutin stuff |
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Trying to flirt when the sound is up |
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So he already feels down and plus |
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He just got clowned and stuck out so many times |
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That now hes out of touch |
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Well as the story goes, that boy never found his luck |
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Sleeps in his folks' house |
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On the couch or just around the rug |
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Legs spread starfish-style |
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Mouth is up |
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[singing:] 'look out the window' and the blah-blah |
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Loud as what |
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You know childish stuff |
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The things you do when you're lonely |
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But homies gotta be all proud and such |
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Like 'we don't love them hos' |
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That's what they all say |
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Still I seen many fall prey to a doll face |
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They sayin I ain't all straight |
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Cause dimes recognize me now in the hallway |
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And flash a smile, I pass em quick with a small wave |
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Basically punk em so my boys get mad and punch me |
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In the junk til my balls ache |
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[Chorus:] |
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Look out the window and there's rainstorms |
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I let the wind blow out a brain storm [x3] |
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[Verse 2:] |
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Shad's back on that emo tip |
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Oh good. |
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The scarf and the tight jeans complete the whole look |
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Why don't you go cook |
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Some vegan food and rent The Notebook |
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We all need a good cry shad, you so should! |
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Then maybe you'll feel better |
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And won't put together another lame long love song |
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With no hook! |
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Go sniff a rose bush and learn how to rap again |
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I thought you got your flow back, what happened man |
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You had that super difficult, seven syllables at the minimal |
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A-typical schemes and you packed em in |
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Now oyu slack and when you rappin, you have to grin |
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Cause you know that them rhymes is as wack as sin |
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And not half as dope as you had em then |
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Shad dude, when was the last time you grabbed a pen |
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And worked your brains out, spat flames out |
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You tame now |
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Sort of got this half-way lame style |
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And this is sort of an aside, but you've gained pounds |
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Spending all day layed out on that same couch! |
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Whatever happened to 'I want a clair huxtable' |
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And 'the only rap videos I make are instructional' |
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I think you got a little bit too comfortable |
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And you still out of love, so what you gonna do... |
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[Chorus] |
