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******part i |
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[intro] |
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i love you, i love you, i love you |
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until i, until i |
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i love you, i love you, i love you |
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until i find the only words i know that you |
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[verse 1] |
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i been hot since the birth of my son |
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i remain unphased, trust, worse has been done |
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man, fuck evaluation, show me personal funds |
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its the pretty boys versus the petty boys |
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sold that already, got a whole new set of toys |
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shit is so surreal, drizzy drake, you better enjoy |
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nothing else bigger than the ovo letterman boys |
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cashmere knits for the nighttime boat rides |
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oli got the first edition parked up roadside |
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the only sign of strugglin is coming from those guys |
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im trying to just relate what i can see through my own eyes |
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and nothin tell the truth like the eyes will |
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lived so much for others dont remember how i feel |
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friends that hide places and friends that i hide still |
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still managed to moonwalk straight through a minefield |
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and then ill come back to tell you how that feels (the only words i know that you) |
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built this house for us all, pain in my back still |
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you niggas gassed up, you couldnt pay the (until i, until i) |
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[interlude] |
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i love you, i love you, i love you |
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until i, until i |
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i love you, i love you, i love you |
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until i find the only words i know that you |
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[verse 2] |
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champagne poetry, these are the effortless flows |
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supposedly something else is controlling me |
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under a picture lives some of the greatest quotes from me |
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under me i see all the people that claim they over me |
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and above me i see nobody |
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id have to be dead for them to say that you took it from me |
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the twenty percent of you that we own is my tootsies money |
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nigga, im wilding with your bread, you owe it to me |
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cj grab racks out the bag and throw it to me |
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they dont want a problem with the boy, but its goin to be |
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trust in my brothers is as strong as i know it should be |
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future sign the contracts, he dont even show it to me |
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i dont have to second-guess nothing with no one i love |
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bout to build a second guest house cause we growing too much |
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thing i got to scale the love back cause |
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[interlude] |
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i need you, i need you, i need you |
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i need to make you see |
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what you mean to me |
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until i do, im hoping you will know what i mean |
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part ii |
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[intro] |
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yeah, oh |
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heavy day for real |
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yeah |
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yeah |
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[verse] |
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the citys on fire and people are in denial |
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charges being laid, but well see what they do with trial |
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im calling this shit from now |
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sweetheart deals that the judges been handing down |
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i havent been able to see family for a while |
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that shit is wearin me out |
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i used to hide my pain in delilah behind the bar tll my niggas carried me out |
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and if moneys all i need in my grave, then bury me now |
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i know i tend to talk about how i got a fortune on me |
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but with that comes the politics the city been forcing on me |
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man, i cant even rip and show my remorse to the homie |
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know i carry the guilt of the citys misfortune on me |
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i even got the cleanin staff plotting extortion on me |
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my parents divorce is on me |
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my therapists voice is making the choices for me |
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and i always censor myself cause no matter what, they reporting on me |
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the pressure is weighin on me |
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career is going great, but now the rest of me is fading slowly |
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my soulmate is somewhere out in the world just waiting on me |
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my chef got the recipe for disaster baking slowly |
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my heart feel vacant and lonely, but still |
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im makin the most of this shit and more |
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every single move is like rolling dice on the board |
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seen too many brothers get twenty-five from the boys |
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id rather see all of em get twenty-five from the lord |
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and if the last negotiation made you pay me twenty-five |
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well this is the perfect time to give me twenty-five more |
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im bigger now than before |
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co-parent of the year, we figured out a rapport |
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no fair what drizzy made on the second leg of the tour |
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how could anybody tell you the truth when they misinformed? |
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how the niggas turnin up with you turned you in for rewards? |
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how the **** do we manage to win everything but awards? |
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windows of opportunity let me go through the doors |
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this the part where i dont ever say "pardon me" anymore |
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this the part where ima find a new part of me to explore |
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this the part where all my partners know what we in it for |
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this the part where we gon throw us a party after the war |
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and if the last negotiation had you feeling out of pocket |
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well this is perfect time that i empty them shits for sure |
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you owe that shit to the boy, yeah |
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[outro] |
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i love you, i love you, i love you |
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(what you mean to me) |
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i need to make you, ooh |