| Well y’know. |
| maybe if you didn’t have them four kids.
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| And that crazy husband.
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| Oh, I know -- you could drop that habit
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| I can’t really look past them things, no I can’t
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| I like the way you walk, I like the way you talk
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| I like the clothes you wear, I suppose you rare
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| But, you’re not the one.
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| No you’re not the one
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| I like the style you have, I like your smile — you bad
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| I wanna make you laugh, don’t wanna see you sad
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| But, you’re not the one.
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| You’re not the one, girl.
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| This world I know it’s, mine, yo sho' is, fine
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| I could never intertwine my lifeline with yours though
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| Whores know, course so gullible, Evian backwards
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| Baby I’m slack you’re tight
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| Just perfect for the night, I wanna work it somethin right
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| Humpin — hype off the vibe you set, but don’t know why I slept
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| On the importance of your sense
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| The better that she looks, seems to mean the more dense
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| I took my chances, decided off of glances
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| Had to write it off, enhance it with imagination
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| If only she was like this, homey she’d be right it’s
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| Never quite that easy, forever fight them sleazy thoughts
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| Have me caught up in the wrong cot, fuckin with the longshot
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| I couldn’t find the hole — nope.
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| And that’s how it went down y’all
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| Real quick, just like that
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| I like your mind at work, I couldn’t buy that dirt
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| I shouldn’t want too much, a little balance don’t hurt though
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| You’re not the one.
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| No you’re not the one
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| I couldn’t do you wrong, I probably knew you long
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| I got a lot, to learn, and a notch, to earn
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| You’re not the one.
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| No you’re not the one, miss (miss).
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| I woulda done dissed a dumb bitch
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| I know you well should we tongue kiss
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| Maybe even more baby, we explore
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| Wouldn’t say that you were ugly, fat, or any of that
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| But many a rap I wrote got me feelin like a King Choosy
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| I sing uzi sounds; |
| that means you’re shot down (brrrrrrrrrrap)
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| Try and do it nicely, you don’t really entice me
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| I want a spicy wifey, whose mind precisely
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| Matches the physical visible to my eyes is pricey
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| I pay the cost, you play the boss but
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| Really I’m in control silly, still we roll
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| But you’re not the mate for my soul
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| Ain’t got the bait for my pole
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| Wait, can you relate? |
| There’s no negotiating
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| And most be waiting for a Charming Prince
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| And since I’m not that, it comes alarming
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| Yo I be taking em by surprise
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| HEY, wake up girl! |
| You gotta go to work!
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| I like the days we spent, I like the way things went
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| Don’t wanna not be friends, we can talk, pretend
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| But you’re not the one.
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| No you’re not the one
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| I like your mind and soul, I like her body — she’s cold
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| I wish that I could roll, with a female who’s whole
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| But you’re not the one.
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| No you’re not the one
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| You’re not the one
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| You’re not the one
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| You’re not the one
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| Nope, no you ain’t, sorry
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| I ain’t got it, I wish I did but I don’t
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| I want to say it, but I won’t
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| What I have, what I want:
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| Females, cars (I wish) clothes, jewels, gold
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| A house on the hill
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| Give me all that shit, wrap it up, I’ll take it |