| She got me singing like
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| That Mister Jay song beating up your speakers right
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| Met her on the humble through the homie Mike
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| It was a crowd of feelings, one lonely night
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| I wasn’t desperate, okay I was
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| No unexpected, I’m feeling her
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| I’m feeling her, praying she might be
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| Lord, could it be the one for me?
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| She’s so fly, I can’t breathe
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| I need an astronaut helmet, pardon me
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| Father, may I holler at the dark beauty?
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| Beautiful you made her, she has a heart for you truly
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| She desires you, and I’m loving that
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| Yeah I’m loving that, she got me running back
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| So run it back, I’m loving that
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| I know I’m bugging, I’m like «where your mother at?»
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| (So I can personally thank her, you know what I’m saying?)
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| Angel, thank God I found you
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| Don’t know what it is, something about you
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| Your love make me wanna bow and make vows too
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| We make good music, I press rewind
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| Love song beat replays on the B-side
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| No matter what the drama comes to, she’s mine
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| She’s a jewel in my crown, treasure
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| Saying to myself, it can only get better
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| Not knowing what I was getting into
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| This didn’t come with a manual, tools or stencils
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| Argued over the silliest things
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| Played the blame games
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| Three to four hours of saying the same thing
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| Began to dislike each other, even tried to fight each other
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| Scrunching up my face if I heard a tiny utter from her
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| Wake up, bicker over pay stubs
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| Make up then break up, then I’m reminded Satan hates us
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| Through all the anger and the frustration
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| The Lord is still gracious, hold us together like sticky pastries
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| Love everything about her but I couldn’t do without Him
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| It’s by his grace alone, what else could truly balance?
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| Light weights with heavy burdens, choose guidance
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| Now I can tell the whole world I move in silence
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| But I’ma let 'em know though, fo' sho' tho
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| Angel, thank God I found you
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| Don’t know what it is, something about you
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| Your love make me wanna bow and make vows too
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| We make good music, I press rewind
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| Love song beat replays on the B-side
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| No matter what the drama comes to, she’s mine |