Uh, she think like a man, but act like a lady
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She got her own apartment, and she drives a Mercedes
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The type of shit that make me wanna get together
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But I know I ain't shit, and she got her shit together
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See the person that I am, in the mirror
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Is not the same person that I am, when you here
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And they say if she can't accept you, then you need to let her go
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They say anything that you truly want, is worth fighting for
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But the more you fight, you lose sight of what you fighting for
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The fight begins to get old, and now I'm just losing faith
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And I got so much build up that I can't even communicate
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Now we not talking, 'cause she just think I'm full of shit
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And now I'm easily irritated off little shit
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I always fall for your type and I just don't understand
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But I just don't wanna see the day you got another man
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I'll be damned... Uh
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Fall For Your Type
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| Dizzy Wright |
