(feat. Tim Gallo, D. Lector)
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Yeah.
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I love you hip-hop,
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I really do.
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Yeah.
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What's love?
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I don't know yet,
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When I think back at every single
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Blonde or brunette.
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A-a-and it's not that I don't like sex
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But I fuck one girl
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Then it's on to the next.
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The way hip-hop
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Is something more.
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Can't tell if it's lust
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Or it's love for sure.
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But uh,
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We've been seeing each other now for a minute.
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She made me the man that I am
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Now I live it.
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A-a-and it's more than just music.
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She taught me to have no fear
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And just do it.
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When I was locked up,
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She helped me get through it.
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She gave me a dream
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And I swore to pursue it.
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She whip me in the whip
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And then I get home.
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And she's laying beside me
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Reppin' the headphones.
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Fuck a girlfriend,
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Hip-hop's my only.
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With her and a stereo,
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I'll never be lonely.
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Yeah.
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She's acting like I lost a step
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When
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I haven't even started yet.
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And these other broads are recked,
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She's playing hard to get.
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I'm sending compliments.
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Then,
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She's still far from yes.
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And got me coming back like a pharmacist.
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My only hope is
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This isn't all for sex.
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And if it is,
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I have to press pause for rest.
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And these other hoes can't get it done,
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That's 'cause,
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I like to fuck beats when I fuck,
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So what?
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If this chick is my savior,
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Even though she does that switch
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And rotate her.
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B-b-but you've got to have patience.
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She's so much more than an acquaintance.
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And if you're looking for the same life style
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Don't trust her.
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'Cause she can't trade right now.
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It was 9-9-95, age ten.
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I basically spent my time alone,
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Only had like eight friends.
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Felt like no one understood me
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Way back when.
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But then I met you,
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And I was like amen.
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We been together since
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I was in a playpen.
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But you started acting different
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And I saw you change then.
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You best switch it up,
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Bitch, what's up?
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I love you,
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But you fuckin' this shit up.
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I'm pissed enough,
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That me and you went everywhere.
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Slept with my Walkman,
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Not a teddy bear.
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We were always together,
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Now you're never there.
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I know what they say,
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Life,
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It ain't ever there.
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Hard not to shed a tear,
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'Cause you're a piece of art.
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8-8-808 drum,
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That's the beat of my heart.
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I miss you,
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But believe me I'm smart.
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So no worries,
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The main stream ain't deep enough
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To keep us apart.
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Won't Let You Go
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Chris Webby |