(Destiny has a funny way
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When it
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Comes and takes all your
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Cares away.)
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Yeah!
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(I can't think of a
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Single thing
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Other than what a beautiful state I'm in.
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'Cause the world's still spinnin' round.)
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It goes round and round,
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It goes round and round,
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And it goes...
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(Ooooh, I don't feel like coming down.)
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Yeah, yeah, yeah.
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What's up lil mama?
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Listen to me.
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There's something about you,
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Something different to me.
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And I know there's plenty of fish in the sea,
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It's gigantic.
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If you're lookin' for a good time,
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I I am it.
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It's going down like the damn titanic.
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Tan skin,
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Lookin' Italian or Hispanic.
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Damn it,
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So dope,
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Dude's can't stand it.
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Every guy hitting on her
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Walking 'round campus.
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Book bag over the shoulder,
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Fresh Nikes.
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Step to the girl,
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'Cause I heard that she like me.
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She started smiling,
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I ain't even gotta ask her why.
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I just said I'm Webby,
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You might know me as that rapper guy.
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But you're fly,
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Whatcha doin' tonight?
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Oh, you're going to Jeff's party?
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Word, alright.
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She wrote her number down
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On a little piece of paper.
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And I was like,
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No doubt,
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I'm a catch you later.
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Went home,
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Took a shower,
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Layed down to rest.
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Woke up,
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Threw a fitted on,
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Super fresh.
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9 o'clock rolled around,
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Hit mammi with a text.
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She said she was pregaming,
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And to meet her at Jeffs.
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So I cop a couple forties
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And went over to Lavodi's.
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Drank with the OC
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And began to blow trees.
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Only had a 10 spot,
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5 for a cup
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And 5 to throw down on someone else's dutch.
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Hopped in the whip
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And rolled right on over.
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Someone else driving
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'Cause neither one of us sober.
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Rolled up to the spot
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Then walked to the backyard,
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Mad chicks,
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Yo this shit was poppin'.
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A whole lot of girls,
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Many different options.
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But I saw the chick from before
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And I locked in.
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Hit the keg
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And filled myself a cup,
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And then I put my brim low
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And went to say what's up.
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We talked for a little bit,
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Joked around.
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I could tell that in a little
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It was goin' down.
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I could see it in her eyes,
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She could see it in mine.
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I gave her my ten cents,
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Told her she was a dime.
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She grabbed around my waste
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Then she looked me in the face
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And said,
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We should go and find a private place.
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And I was like word,
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Sounds great to me.
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She grabbed my hand,
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Don't know where she's takin' me.
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(Whatever)
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But I don't really care yo,
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What can I say?
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Give my man Lavodi dap
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And was on my way.
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She brought me upstairs,
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Went into Jeff's room.
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Undress quick,
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Know we havin' sex soon.
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She asked me if I had a condom,
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I looked in my wallet like
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Yo thank God I got one.
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Then we got the bedroom shakin'
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Noise so loud
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They could hear it in the basement.
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What.
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(It's in your eyes.
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I can tell what you're thinkin'.
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My heart is sinkin' too.
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It's no surprise.
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I don't want you to leave me.
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I want to make it with you.
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It's in your eyes... "
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Spinnin'
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Chris Webby |