I love you baby
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More than you'll ever know
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Now picture us living no pro'lems
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Priceless, cheering, no parties, hardly
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I can see you bad about it, I'm wid it
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I smoke a lot of shit, we hit it, she up and out the shit
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We get it, we talking dollars
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No prodigy bout pessimist tires
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On one of those Bentleys that go home
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Driving, we empty out a blunt and get busy
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Is it really what we dream of
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Took you out the hood, help you clean up
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But I loves me a pretty red mean but
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Using my middle cut fingers
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Now you ignoring what you dream us?
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More Than You Know
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