One Two, One Two
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You got the levels straight?
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lets do my thing
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Talking shit while he was rollin' his weed
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my niger hit him in the face
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he didn't know that disrespect
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would lead to such a serious case.
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if you knew how to read the situation
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you would stay your his place.
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if there is one thing that everyone one needs
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is their god damn space
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let me talk about it as I rock it
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Give me five feet,
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all around the world,
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I don't want no body touching me unless it's my girls
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I give a pound of hugs of love some are like that
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don't be tapping my shoulders
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or patting me on the back
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or pullin' my arm
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checkin my size
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I'm liable to do you harm,
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my temple is my prize
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I'm wise and on the really
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I ain't too touchy feely
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if you put your hands up on me,
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I might just smack you silly
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there a billion people
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touch somebody else, touch yourself
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I'll be sure to get at you if I need your help
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but until then, maybe when I'm dead, or still
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but to touch you without touchin' you is one of my gifts
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talking shit while she was drunk at the bar,
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my homey slapped her in the face
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she didn't know that disrespect
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would lead to such a serious case
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if she knew how to read the situation
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she would stay in her place
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if it's one thing that everyone needs is their god damn space
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why you all up up under me,
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screamin in my ear
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why you tryin to talk over the music
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when you know we barely can hear
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why you tuggin on my coat tail
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grabbin on my sleeve
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yo cover your mouth when you cough around me
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don't touch me when you sneeze
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I don't like disease,
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I don't want to give you what I've got
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yo hit the weed,
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but what I don't need is someone always in my spot
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stadin when I'm standing,
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breathin down my neck
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yo have some respect
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I guess you think that water ain't wet
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just back the back the fuck up,
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no I ain't stuck up
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I just don't want to hear your moans and groans
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and hick-ups and stuff
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being recorded with the tape recorders all in my grill
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but touchin you without touchin you is one of my skills
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talkin shit while he was up at the mic.
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somebody hit him in the face
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he didn't know that disrespect
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would lead to such a serious case
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if he knew how to read the situation
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he would stay in his place
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if there is one thing that everyone needs
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is there goddamn space
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let me talk about it as I rock it
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now I'm a draw the lines on the ground and show you my squares
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at least arms distance so stand over there
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hey love you know I miss you
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and how we embrace,
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but I let you know if I wanna kiss you
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or see how you taste
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yo we all got issues we need to face,
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so don't think I'm tryin' to diss you
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when I tell you the case
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in case you wondering it's just like that
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I practice telepathy
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I already know what you're goona say
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before you step to me
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I hate crowded elevators and downtown brush,
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pack trains, crazy-ass people on the bus,
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sometimes roll blush,
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lookin' so called crush,
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but I'd rather teleport through space so ya'll can bite my dust
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use body language baby,
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I can dig that,
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but homey you need to kick back and relax on the act
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the bottom line is don't invade no body's own
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or maybe your own, sincerely aceyalone
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talking shit while he was walking the street,
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somebody shot him in the face
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he didn't know that disrespect
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would lead to such a serious case,
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if you knew how to read the situation
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you would stay in your place
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if there is one thing that every one needs
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is their goddamn space
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give me five feet all around the world
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to each his own
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Five Feet
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Aceyalone |