| But she thinks that I’m slick
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| She thinks I’ve been with another chick
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| I guess that’s why I’m sitting here crying baby baby baby
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| Blah blah blah is all I hear
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| When you spitting that bullshit up in my ear
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| Cause you think too much yup, you think too much
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| You think too much yup, you think too much
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| Blah blah blah is all I hear
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| When you spitting that bullshit up in my ear
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| Cause you think too much yup, you think too much
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| You think too much yup, you think too much
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| Don’t ya know, don’t ya think
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| I’m thinking that you’re very paranoid
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| Trying to blow up dumb shit and wonder why I get annoyed
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| I’ve been thinking all of this drama is crazy
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| You’re like a baby mama but we ain’t got a baby
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| My homegirl told me you’re watching her with binoculars
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| Sitting around thinking deeper than a philosopher
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| I’m thinking you’re thinking up past, old ass birds
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| Trying to get my Myspace and email passwords
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| You’re going through my phone, you ask what’s inside
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| You say if nothing’s wrong I have nothing to hide
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| Ah ha ha very clever (will she ever get the point?)
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| Hell no, never, it’s the principle
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| My mental is invincible, you never see me bitch
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| I might as well be invisible, listen everything is fine
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| But you’ve got too much on your mind
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| Blah blah blah is all I hear
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| When you spitting that bullshit up in my ear
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| Cause you think too much yup, you think too much
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| You think too much yup, you think too much
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| Blah blah blah is all I hear
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| When you spitting that bullshit up in my ear
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| Cause you think too much yup, you think too much
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| You think too much yup, you think too much
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| Don’t ya know, don’t ya think
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| I know what you’re thinking so tell em
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| You sit around and think until you blow your cerebellum
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| You thought that I was cheating, you thought I had a side chick
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| Thought that you were right like you think that you’re a psychic
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| Women’s intuition or just your suspicion
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| I think it sounds like a bunch of bullshit fiction
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| I’m fresh dressed like a million bucks
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| And you’re nuts motherfucker cause you think too much
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| I’m pimping dolomite style up in the Lincoln
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| Deep as Rakim when I’m sitting back thinking
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| Thinking of a plot, thinking of a plan
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| Thinking some more dead presidents in my hand
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| And I’m tired of buying sneakers, it’s evident fam
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| So I think I’ll take the cheddar and invest it in land
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| So listen I’m pulling over you can hop right out
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| You got a long walk home and a lot to think about
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| Start walking
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| Listen baby, don’t think about it as walking home in the rain alone
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| Think about it as more time to think that’s what you wanted anyway, right?
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| Blah blah blah is all I hear
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| When you spitting that bullshit up in my ear
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| Cause you think too much yup, you think too much
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| You think too much yup, you think too much
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| Blah blah blah is all I hear
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| When you spitting that bullshit up in my ear
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| Cause you think too much yup, you think too much
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| You think too much yup, you think too much
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| Don’t ya know, don’t ya think
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| Don’t know that I’mma thinking
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| Thinking, I said I’mma thinking yeah now |