| Do you feel the wind, this time?
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| Do you see the moonlight shine?
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| Cause the twilight, seems near
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| But the light shines, nowhere
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| Do you feel the cold, winds blow?
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| Do you see the darkening glow?
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| Cause the twilight, seems near
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| But the light shines, nowhere
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| She was amazing, Carmela, caramel complexion
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| Think God brought her into my life, as a suggestion
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| We clicked, I liked mink, she liked iced out rings
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| The finer things in life, together we share drinks
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| Vodka and cranberry, my little cherry if I got locked
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| She would fill up my commissary
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| It was natural, I felt the bond between us
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| She was the jelly to my peanuts, Mars to Venus
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| The Earth to my Sun, Moon and Stars, we added up, mathematically
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| It’s like I had a bad habit, B
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| She knew my lifestyle, chick of a crime boss
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| She would hide my guns in my house then, lie to the task force
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| Finish my sentence, knew my exact frame of mind
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| Knew everything I had was hers, and she was mine
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| We were crazy in love, couldn’t get enough of each other
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| The center of attraction, we were made for one another
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| Nah, don’t even fall for that Caucasoid
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| She got the drink laced, trynna turn you to an android
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| She not your peanut butter, more like a fucking nutcase
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| You all google-eyed, DeLuca’s mob watching your place
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| They pulling trains on her, beat and rape, cum in her face
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| They got the drop on you, son, you a fucking disgrace
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| You think God sent her? | 
| Nah, it’s the Devil instead
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| They got plans for you, Tone, they want you dead, dead, dead
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| So get rid of that cherry, papa, she plan poison
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| So plot on that hoe, they bout to bring the poison
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| Yeah, dun-dun, DeLuca’s mob, want your head on the platter
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| It don’t matter, son, all your dreams is gonna shatter
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| They trynna get atcha, she got you caught in the rapture
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| Nigga, wake up, ya’ll ain’t even made for one another
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| She a snake, Logan, gonna get you sprayed, brother
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| It’s a set-up, seen it before, Doofy got wet up
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| Nah, you paranoid, letting your mind, get the best of you
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| She would never set me up, or lace my drink
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| Watch how you talk it, you know I keep heat in the mink
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| You dead wrong, confusing her with one of your hoes
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| She’s a ride or die, chick, believe me, a nigga knows
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| I’m the el capitan, put this whole squad together
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| Keep talking, bro, I put one in your leather
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| Bald cap, Logan’ll do the hit, now that’s better
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| Ahh, man, come on, Tone, you sleepy eyes, man
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| I told you before, son, yo
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| You gotta stay focused out here, look
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| Look out the window, man, Luca’s mob, son
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| You know who they are, them same muthafuckas
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| Yo, I seen her with them niggas before, she’s a set-up chick |