| The phone vibrated twice, I looked but I still didn’t read it
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| Cause I knew that it was gonna stress me out and right now I don’t need it
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| She told me she was leaving, I gave her too many reasons
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| She told me that I don’t care, but I told her I’m no good with my feelings
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| When I first met her, I’m not gonna lie
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| I was struggling sleeping
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| Then she got a nigga dreaming, and then helped me achieving
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| Alright fuck it let’s read it, she said the roads won’t love you like I will
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| and I’m starting to believe it
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| In fact I’m starting to feel it
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| Back then I was driving with no license, I was struggling with violence,
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| the man said 12 pounds for 2 tickets, then there was an awkward silence
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| She had to pay me into the cinema, and at that point I was frightened,
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| do I tell her that I fell off, or do I lie?
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| Either way she was smiling
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| I told that I’m gonna be somebody, must have been hard to believe,
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| when I’m sat there bagging up weed, breaking down 28 G’s
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| And that was in Bury New Road, bedroom stinking cheese, but she was on a ride
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| or die ting, we’re like Beauty and the Beast
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| I’m not home much no more, she sits and cries about the times we were low
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| And when her family ask about me she says we’re cool
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| Tell her not to cry no more cause I’m coming home, I’m coming home
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| She told me that I’m the man, and I gotta spread my wings
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| And now that you’re smashing music, you could have plenty of tings
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| And your getting better with the spotlight, then she looked down and grinned
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| I could see the tears and I pray to god that he forgive my sins
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| I remember the night, when the police knocked on, and she was shaking on the bed
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| And I was tryna' hide the weed, shaking my head
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| And then I threw it in the bag, and I ran across the park, she met me on the
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| other side, and we was rolling in the dark
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| And that’s that criminal love, she’s wearing leggings and Nike’s
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| I’m wearing bali and gloves, no one’s fucking with us
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| And now I’m fucking her up, I told her no sidechick could ever break down what
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| we’ve build up, then I see her eyes fill up
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| Tell her im coming home, I’m sick of this black patrone
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| I’m sick of these dizzy girls, I’m sick of us acting cold
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| Tell her when I get back, I’m gonna do this properly
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| No more setbacks, nobody can stop me
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| I’m not home much no more, she sits and cries about the times we were low
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| And when her family ask about me she says we’re cool
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| Tell her not to cry no more cause I’m coming home, I’m coming home |