Hey, hey, hey... hey...
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Hey, hey, hey... heeey...
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[Chorus:]
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Ooh ask me my nigga
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The only one there that'll be my nigga
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And I'm gon' finally be free my nigga
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But you don't have to follow me my nigga
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Oh yeah it's still love my nigga
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And I ain't gon' stop just because my nigga
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?Daddy Paxson? always does my nigga
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And always remember what it was my nigga
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La da da da... la dadadadada... [x4]
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[Verse 1:]
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When we were friends, the days would begin and end
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Went from boys to men, we boys 'til then
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We know each other real, we know each other rules
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And we wore each other's clothes and each other's shoes
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But in an instance, the days become distance
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Your path doesn't go in the same direction his went
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And can't help but be scared
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Of the virtually unknown up ahead (I heard what you said)
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But I'll be fine
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Whether it is favor or failure, it must be mine
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Well he can stand still, if that's how that man feel
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Cuz what can't can't and whatever can will
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So I'm walking toward my future with my back to it
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Hoping you look up and see me as a reason to do it
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When you get grown it's a given
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You damn near gotta do the same thing for a living
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2:]
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And my cousin I love him like a son cause I was him
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And he think his thuggin' pleases me but it doesn't
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How could I applause it when I had caused it
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But if it's God's plan for him, I guess I ain't cost shit
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for what I gave him - wasn't so bad I couldn't save him
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Either they'll enslave him or a gun'll grave him
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I still believe in him but he think I'm leavin him
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When I be busy he think I'm bob-n-weavin him
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I probably sound like his daddy
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But over the phone, cause I ain't around - like his daddy
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When we talk I wanna hear you be productive
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Conversate for hours 'bout something constructive
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But it never come up
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With all them niggaz round your neck you ain't gon' never come up
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Maybe I'm jealous cause you love them more
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Can't understand what you love them for
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Don't get me wrong you know I love them too
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But you know who I always hold above them, you
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And it ain't nobody business
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I'll just make believe that music can miraculously mend this
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So I'll be a sound
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And then you do your thing to it and we mix it down
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And make a song my nigga, cause even when I'm away I'll always be around
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[Chorus]
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When We Were Friends
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| Cee Lo Green |
