I know, I can't afford to stop
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for a moment.. that it's too soon.. to forget
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I know, I can't afford to stop
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for a moment.. that it's too soon.. to forget
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[Mos Def - speaking over sung vocals]
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Man.. for real
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I was in love with this girl, y'know
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I was.. to' up dog! I'm tellin you man
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She was wild man.. f'real
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It's just too.. let me tell you about her
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[Mos Def]
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Yo, in she came with the same type game
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The type of girl givin out the fake cell phone and name
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Big fame, she like cats with big thangs
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Jewels chip, money clip, phone flip, the six range
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I seen her on the ave, spotted her more than once
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Ass so fat that you could see it from the front
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She spot me like paparazzi; shot me a glance
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in that catwoman stance with the fat booty pants, Hot damn!
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What's your name love, where you came from?
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Neck and wrist blazed up, very little make-up
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The swims at the Reebok gym tone your frame up
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Is sugar and spice the only thing that you made of?
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I tried to play it low key but couldn't keep it down
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Asked her to dance she was like "Yo, I'm leavin now"
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An hour later, sounds from Jamaica
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She sippin Crys straight up, shakin, windin her waist up
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Scene two: my fam throwin the jam
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Fahreed is on the stand big things is in the plan
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The brother Big Mu makes space for me to move in
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Hey, this my man Mos, baby let me introduce; I turn around
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Say word! You was the same pretty bird who I had priorly observed
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tryin to play me for the herb (Yeah, that's her)
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Shocked as hell she couldn't get it together
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I just played it long and pretended I never met her
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"How you feelin?" "Oh I'm fine." "My name is Mos." "I'm Sharice.
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I heard so much good about you it's nice to finally meet."
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We moved to the booth reserved for crew especially
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And honey love ended up sittin directly next to me
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I'm type polite but now I'm lookin at her skeptically
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Cause baby girl got all the right weaponry
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Designer fabric, shoes, and accessories
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Chinky eyes, sweet voice is (fucking) with me mentally
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We conversated, made a laugh, yeah you know me bro
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Even though I know the steelo, she wild sweet yo
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I'm bout to merc, I say peace to the family
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She hop up like "How you gonna leave before you dance with me?"
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[hook 2X - sung]
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I know I can't afford this life
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For a moment
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That its too soon
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To forget
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[Mos continues speaking through sung hook]
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She blew my whole head with that dude, I was like "What?"
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I played it low though, I was like
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"Yeah, aiight, c'mon then, let's go"
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It's mad, the shit is so sick, I'm tell you
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Yo, honey was so blazin, she was just..
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Yo, she was like Jayne Kennedy, word bond
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To my mother man, she was that ill man
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She take me to the dance floor and she start whisperin to me
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[Mos Def]
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Yo, let me apologize for the other night
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I know it wasn't right, but baby you know what its like
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Some brothers don't be comin right
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I understand, I'm feelin you
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Beside, 'can I have a dance?' ain't really that original
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We laughed about it, traced her arms across my shoulder blades
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They playing lovers' rock, I got the folded fingers on her waist
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He end my butt up like the Arizona summer song
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Finished then she whisper 'honey, let's exchange numbers'
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Scene three: weeks of datin late night conversation
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In the crib heart racin, tryin to be cool and patient
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She touched on my eyelids, the room fell silent
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She walked away smilin singing Gregory Issacs
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Like 'if I don't, if I don't, if I don't'
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Showin me that tan line and that tattoo
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Playin Sade, "Sweetest Taboo"
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Burnin candles, all my other plans got canceled
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Man I smashed it like an Idaho potato
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She call my at my J.O., 'come now', I can't say no
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Ginseng tree trunks, rockin the p-funk
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Cocking her knees up, champion lover not ease up
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Three months, she call 'I feel I'm runnin a fever'
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Six months, I'm tellin her I desperately need her
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Nine months, flu-like symptoms when shorty not around
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I need more than to knock it down I'm really tryin to lock it down
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Midnight we hook up and go at it
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Burn a stogger, let her know, sweetheart I got to have it
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She tellin me commitment |