Chapter 1:
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Seven o¡¯clock in the morning
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And the rays from the sun awakes me
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I¡¯m stretchin¡¯ and yawnin¡¯
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In a bed that don¡¯t belong to me
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And a voice yells, ¡°Good morning, darlin¡±, from the bathroom
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Then she comes out and kisses me
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And to my surprise, she ain¡¯t you
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Now I¡¯ve got this dumb look on my face
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Like, what have I done?
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How could I be so stupid to be have laid here til the morning sun?
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must of Lost the track of time
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Oh, what was on my mind?
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From the club, went to her home
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Didn¡¯t plan to stay that long
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Here I am, quickly tryin¡¯ to put on my clothes
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Searching for my car keys
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Tryin¡¯ to get on up out the door
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Then she streched her hands in front of it
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Said, ¡°You can¡¯t go this way¡±
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Looked at her, like she was crazy
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Said, ¡°Woman move out my way¡±
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Said, ¡°I got a wife at home¡±
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She said, ¡°Please don¡¯t go out there¡±
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¡°Lady, I¡¯ve got to get home¡±
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She said, her husband was comin¡¯ up the stairs
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¡°Shh, shh, quiet
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Hurry up and get in the closet¡±
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She said, ¡°Don¡¯t you make a sound
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Or some shit is going down¡±
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I said, ¡°Why don¡¯t I just go out the window?¡±
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¡°Yes, except for one thing, we on the 5th floor¡±
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¡°Shit think, shit think, shit quick, put me in the closet¡±
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And now I¡¯m in this darkest closet, tryin¡¯ to figure out
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Just how I¡¯m gonna get my crazy ass up out this house
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Then he walks in and yells, ¡°I¡¯m home¡±
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She says, ¡°Honey, I¡¯m in the room¡±
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Walks in there with a smile on his face
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Sayin¡¯, ¡°Honey, I¡¯ve been missin¡¯ you¡±
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She hops all over him
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And says, ¡°I¡¯ve cooked and ran your bath water¡±
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I¡¯m tellin¡¯ you now, this girl¡¯s so good that she deserves an Oscar
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Rolls her in the bed
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And start to snatchin¡¯ her clothes off
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I¡¯m in the closet, like man, what the fuck is going on?
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You¡¯re not gonna believe it
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But things get deeper as the story goes on
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Next thing you know, a call comes through on my cell phone
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I tried my best to quickly put it on vibrate
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But from the way he acted, I could tell it was too late
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He hopped up and said, ¡°There¡¯s a mystery going on
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And I¡¯m gonna solve it¡±
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And I¡¯m like, ¡°God please, don¡¯t let this man open this closet¡±
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He walks in the bathroom
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And looks behind the door
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She says, ¡°Baby, come back to bed¡±
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He says, ¡°Bitch say no more¡±
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He pulls back the shower curtain
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While she¡¯s biting her nails
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Then he walks back to the room
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Right now, I¡¯m sweating like hell
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Checks under the bed
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Then under the dresser
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He looks at the closet
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I pull out my Baretta
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He walks up to the closet
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He comes up to the closet
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Now he¡¯s at the closet
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Damn he¡¯s opening the closet¡¦
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Chapter 2:
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Well...
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Now he¡¯s staring at me like
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As if he was starin in a mirror
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She yells honey let me explain
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He says you don¡¯t have to go no further
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I can clearly see what¡¯s goin on
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Behind my back, in my bed, in my home
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Then I said wait a minute now hold on
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I said mister we can work this out
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She said honey don¡¯t lose control
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Tried to get him to calm down
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He said ho I should¡¯ve known
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That you would go and do some bogus shit up in my house
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But the Christian in me gave you the benefit of the doubt
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I said we need to resolve this
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Then he stepped to me, I¡¯m like whoa
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There¡¯s a reason I¡¯m in this closet
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He says, yeah like what, are you talkin clothes
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I met this girl at the Plagis club
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And she told me she didn¡¯t have a man
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Then he said man please,
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I¡¯d kill you if you didn¡¯t have that gun in ya hand
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And I said but yo chick chose me
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He said don¡¯t give me that mack shit please
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His phone goes off and then things get a little more interesting
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He steps a little closer
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I point my gun and says I¡¯m not the one you after
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He says son I bet you didn¡¯t know my man
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Did she tell you that I was a pastor
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I said well good that¡¯s betta right
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Why can¡¯t we handle this Christian- like
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And I started to put the gun down
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Til I saw his face still had that frown
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She started cryin, sayin baby I¡¯m sorry
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Then he said baby not as sorry as you¡¯re gonna be
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I started inchin out
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