| When this love subsides, I never realized
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| The vibe downside, she opened my eyes
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| She left me alone, broken at home
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| Grippin' that chrome, locked in a catacomb
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| With a love syndrome, about to implode, explode
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| I don’t condone this endless cyclone
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| Two hundred calls on my phone that I missed
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| Voice mails talkin' 'bout «Where you at?,» «Where you been?»
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| «I need to know who you with»
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| I already told you that I’m with the homies recording
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| I can’t be reporting my moves all day
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| More time with you, less money go my way
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| Let me do my thing, let me rock my chain
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| When I get home, let the ding-a-ling swing
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| I fell in love with the pain, she fell in love with the game
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| Told you I never would change, pussy be callin' my name
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| Thuggin' and bussin' my thang, girl, you fuckin' insane
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| Girl, you fuckin' a lame, girl, I’m whippin' a range
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| On and off the stage, critically acclaimed
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| Pouya, ho, you know I can’t be retained
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| She can send me into overdrive
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| We do this all the time
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| Now she’s coming over every night
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| Like I’m always on her mind
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| She kept talkin' that shit
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| And gettin' me pissed
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| Wish she didn’t exist but she won’t be missed
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| And don’t insist
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| Yo, I’ll fuckin dismiss you off my list
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| Then I grab my fist
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| And the wall I hit god damn you a twist
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| And we can’t coexist
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| Or resist you’re on the blacklist
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| When this love subsides, I never realized
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| The vibe downside. |
| she opened my eyes
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| She left me alone, broken at home
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| Grippin' that chrome, locked in a catacomb
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| With a love syndrome, about to implode, explode
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| I don’t condone this endless cyclone
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| She can send me into overdrive
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| We do this all the time
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| Now she’s coming over every night
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| Like I’m always on her mind
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| She can show things
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| Get anything
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| I’m always on the line
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| Now she’s comin' over every night
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| Like I’m always on her mind
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| Locked out and she’s a loaded gun
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| Cause she knows how I like my fun
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| Straight down into another one
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| Cause she knows she’s not the only one
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| You not the only one, you think I owe you some
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| You think you know me but you not the lonely one
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| I don’t feel anything anymore, look me in my eyes
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| I’m ready to die, bust my .45, break bread with my guys
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| When I’m countin', baby, don’t hit my line
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| Turn around, bow down, let me feel your spine, uh
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| She can send me into overdrive
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| We do this all the time
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| Now she’s coming over every night
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| Like I’m always on her mind
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| She can show things
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| Get anything
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| I’m always on the line
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| Now she’s comin' over every night
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| Like I’m always on her mind
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| Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh |