| Baby, tell me how you feel
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| Tell me how you feel, tell me how you feel
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| Baby, tell me how you really really feel
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| Baby, tell me what it ain’t
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| Tell me what it is, tell me what you think
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| I don’t want it 'less it’s really really real
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| Baby, tell me what you love
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| Tell me what you hate, tell me what you like
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| Girl, I promise not to tell nobody
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| We can talk about the moon
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| We can see the world, we can talk religion
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| Tell me do you really think that there’s a God?
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| I know this ain’t what you used to
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| I mean, I know folks don’t really talk
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| Usually buried in they cell phone, prolly
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| I been guilty of it, too, I been tryna change
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| I been tryna feel something new and I think this can be the start
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| Baby, tell me 'bout your dreams
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| Tell me 'bout your hopes, tell me 'bout your fears
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| Girl, I promise you the whole world got 'em
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| 'Member when you used to tell me back in the old days up in the city how it’s
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| real as fuck to be just who you are
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| All them nights up in the south
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| Sitting on the porch, talking 'bout the future
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| Singing «Everybody Needs Somebody»
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| Got us tryna get back to the way that it all used to be
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| Way back in the day, but it’s hard
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| Baby, tell me how you feel
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| Tell me how you feel, tell me how you feel
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| Baby, tell me how you really really feel
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| Baby, tell me what it ain’t
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| Tell me what it is, tell me what you think
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| I don’t want it 'less it’s really really real
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| I saw the universe in a woman’s eyes, way too drunk to care
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| I couldn’t tell her anyway, boy that’s suicide
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| Slave to the pussy but I mean what would you advise of my situation?
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| I know I’m walking the thinnest line
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| These days, I mean, who wanna talk about the stars and shit?
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| «Nigga, if you don’t get yo broke ass!»
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| These days, I mean, it’s really all about your cars and shit
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| But I got the feeling that this won’t be the same
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| So baby, tell me what you need, I won’t tell nobody
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| (Digging) all up in that peach, I ain’t finna hold back
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| Feel like midnight on the beach when I’m holding your body
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| Knowing every time we leave that we coming right back
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| You feel like a release from the bullshit
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| Ain’t nobody pointing fingers from the pulpit, it’s cool
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| We can roll one and fade into the night for a minute
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| We can talk or we can fuck
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| It don’t really make no difference if it’s really real
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| Baby, tell me how you feel
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| Tell me how you feel, tell me how you feel
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| Baby, tell me how you really really feel
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| Tell me what it ain’t
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| Tell me what it is, tell me what you think
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| I don’t want it 'less it’s really really real
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| One shot to the dome, I ain’t been up in so long
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| I took two blunts to the face
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| You here but you gone, right here is where you belong
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| Know we stuck but you hoping I stay
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| He did you wrong, leave all that baggage at home
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| I can’t afford the confusion
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| Girl you a problem, don’t you avoid the solution
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| Swear that nigga must’ve been stupid
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| Ok, I can feel it
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| Must be the Coke with the Henny that got you all up in your feelings
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| Don’t lie to the boy
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| I been on you for a minute, the moment just wasn’t presented
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| The timing is right
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| I come alive with the moon, I come alive with the stars
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| Let’s get on the road (hold up)
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| You can be big as Beyoncé, just get in the car
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| Girl, don’t make other plans
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| Phones on silent for the night
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| So you know it’s going down when I see you
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| And I know what you like already
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| You ain’t got to say a word
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| You ain’t got to make a sound when I see you
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| You ain’t gotta say a thing (no, no)
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| You ain’t gotta say a thing, baby girl, that’s fine
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| In too deep, we done crossed that line
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| What you need with my heart? |
| Baby girl, that’s mine
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| Don’t do me like that
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| Still stitched on my sleeve after all this time
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| Know I still got it for you after all this time
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| No doubt in my mind this is how it’s supposed to be
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| Hopefully, this can be something for real
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| Nights in the south
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| We need a moment to kick back in private
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| Girl, you know the deal
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| Man, you know the deal
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| Baby, tell me how you feel
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| Tell me how you feel, tell me how you feel
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| Baby, tell me how you really really feel
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| Baby, tell me what it ain’t
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| Tell me what it is, tell me what you think
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| I don’t want it 'less it’s really really real |