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It's like, I care about you, I think about you all the time |
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it's like, we friends and shit? |
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which means we treat each other right |
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you'll be there for me when you gonna be there for me |
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Verse 1: (Vast Aire Kramer) |
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yo it wasn't even like that |
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I wanted my cardiovascular to fight back |
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cupid had me runnin' circles blindfolded |
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in the daytime with a flashlight looking for her |
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yo, sit back, relax and smell the roses |
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a fly girl by any other name would still be that |
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but the trick is to see that |
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I'm caught in between future's fantasies and memories I played back |
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told my man I started sword fighting |
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'cause fencing was similar to tongue kissing |
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if you wait too long you gonna end up confessin' |
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all I think about is you undressin' |
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I extended my thoughts in a relationship |
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but they sunk like the titanic relation-ships |
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she was in a love triangle |
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but it wasn't like my feelings weren't there to make it a square |
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penny's for her thoughts |
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she's my very own American Beauty, red petals when we talk |
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...the f word |
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Chorus 1: (Vordul Megalon) |
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She like music, got me heavily booted(?) |
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when I'm out with her feelings be mixin' |
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chemical elixirs, caught her like a sickness |
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and can't get rid of it, these sexual addictions |
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Chorus 2: (Vordul) |
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tangle witted in my opposite sex friendships |
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with too many emotions, got me bent up |
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and it's real ill when something going on |
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but nothings being said trying to figure it out |
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wrapped all in your head just spit it out and I'll |
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truly understand what the problem is |
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'cause you got me twisted tryin' to stress birds |
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kickin' that f word |
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fuckin around, flirtin' and stressin' my nerves |
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Verse 2: (Vast) |
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check this situation, I wore my lust like cologne |
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she called it Obsession |
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the background's black and white and we adolescents |
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like what the fuck we know about love? |
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the more I learn it's like the Clash of the Titans |
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all I wanna do is avoid fightin' |
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a little arguing's okay but not everyday |
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and if we can't communicate what we got decays |
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until the smell gets more pungent |
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to the point where we can't be seen in public |
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body parts fallin' apart, a symbol of what things do |
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or better yet, a symbol of what friends do, they die |
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and together forever just sounds fly |
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that's how it sounded to me when I heard it |
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and slow motion was her lips as she worded |
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the f word |
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"don't take it personal, I like you a lot but I don't wanna lose what we got" |
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but what we got now is friction |
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she tellin' me intimacy and friendship she ain't mixin' |
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the f word |
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Chorus 1 |
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Verse 3: (Vast) |
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yo, you burnin' the candle at both ends |
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I'm supposed to be the friend, I'm gettin' fried in the end |
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the big bang theory, what is this a trend? |
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you ask a girl out and the universe extends |
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tell me to talk to the hand again and I'll read your palm |
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I'm smellin' your shit now, don't know how to call |
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all I wanted was grounds for understanding |
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I ain't greedy, but to hold your heart I gotta put my hand in, why debate? |
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you think you can fit me in that anorexic space between love and hate? |
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I got all of the first one and none of the other |
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and that's something I learned from my sister and my mother |
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thought we was close in the genesis before all this |
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technology was cordless, a senseless courtship |
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this is more than just a song and when he's treating you wrong |
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I'm more than just a shoulder to cry on |
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the F word |
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Chorus 1 & 2 |
