Lately, I¡¯ve been thinking
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About having some babies
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With my wife in the crib
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On the hill, yeah a big old house
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And lately, the same damn thoughts
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Been taking a nigga down
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Cause I don¡¯t how I¡¯ma do it
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I done met the baddest in the whole wide world
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But a nigga still solo
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Popping bottles with the models up in vip
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But my spirit is solo, solo
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So I take a shot back, shot back
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It helps ease my mind
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But when I sober up, the truth remains inside
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I¡¯m running out of time, time, time,
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I¡¯m running out of time, time, time
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I¡¯m bout to lose my mind, my mind, my mind,
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My mind, my mind, my mind, whoa
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I¡¯m only 25
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Baby, where are you?
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Did I pass you up for a one night stand?
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For a one night stand, oh damn
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Baby, I need you
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Cause every single girl I meet, repeat
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It¡¯s the same old thang
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I done met the baddest in the whole wide world
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But a nigga still solo
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Popping bottles with the models in the vip
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But my spirit is solo, solo
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So I take a shot back, shot back
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It helps to ease my mind
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But when I sober up, the truth remains inside
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I¡¯m running out of time, time, time,
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I¡¯m running out of time, time, time
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I¡¯m bout to lose my mind, my mind, my mind,
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My mind, my mind, my mind, whoa
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I¡¯m only 25
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Quarter century, whoa, whoa,
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Damn look, what you did to me, oh whoa, oho
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Quarter century, oh no, no
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Look what you did to me
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I¡¯m out of time, time, time, time
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I¡¯m running out of time, time, time,
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Why do I feel like this?
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I¡¯m bout to lose my mind, my mind, my mind,
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My mind, my mind, my mind, whoa
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I¡¯m only 25, oh, uh, oh, whoa,
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What do I feel like this? Oh damn
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I¡¯m only 25, yeah, yeah, yeah well
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Quarter century
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Look what you did to me
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I¡¯m only 25.
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Quarter Century
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| Sammie |
