(ft. Baby Bash)
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Written by R. Bryant, P. DeAnda, Angel
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I'm leaving messages and voicemails
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Telling you I miss you
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Baby, am I doing too much (too much)
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Why you tryna diss me
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When I just wanna kiss you
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Baby, am I doing too much (too much)
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Tell me what's the issue
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Who I give these lips to
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Baby, am I doing too much (too much)
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This is turning into
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Something I ain't hip to
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Baby, am I doing too much (too much)
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See you got me all alone
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Waiting right here by the phone
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For you to call me just to hear your voice tone
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I keep on wondering if you was even feeling me
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I keep on wondering if this was even meant to be
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Tell me I'ma waste ya time
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Boy, you showing me no sign
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Is it 'cause you on ya grind
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'Cause you're always on my mind
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I keep on wondering if everything you said was true
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I keep on wondering if you were really coming through
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Now here I go again blowing you up (up)
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And my girlfriends keep telling me I'm doing too much (much)
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Now here I go again blowing you up (up)
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And my girlfriends keep telling me I'm doing too much (much)
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I'm leaving messages and voicemails
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Telling you I miss you
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Baby, am I doing too much (too much)
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Why you tryna diss me
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When I just wanna kiss you
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Baby, am I doing too much (too much)
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Tell me what's the issue
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Who I give these lips to
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Baby, am I doing too much (too much)
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This is turning into
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Something I ain't hip to
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Baby, am I doing too much (too much)
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I'm out with my girls tryna have a good time
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And you know I'm looking fly tryna meet some other guys
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But it gets hard sometimes 'cause there ain't no one just like you
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I try my best, but I can't shake this thing you got me going through
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All I can picture is the color of your eyes, and the way you make me smile
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I ain't felt this in a while
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But I came to a conclusion that this is pure illusion
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Chaos and confusion, but I'm not gonna let it ruin
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The way I feel about myself 'cause I got self-esteem
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Sometimes I wonder if I'm just chasing a fantasy
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The way I feel about myself 'cause I go self-esteem
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Sometimes I wonder if I'm just chasing a fantasy
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I'm leaving messages and voicemails
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telling you I miss you
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Baby, am I doing too much (too much)
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Why you tryna diss me
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When I just wanna kiss you
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Baby, am I doing too much (too much)
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Tell me what's the issue
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Who I give these lips to
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Baby, am I doing too much (too much)
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This is turning into
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Something I ain't hip to
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Baby, am I doing too much (too much)
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Just leave ya name and number
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And I'ma holla at cha
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Just leave ya name and number
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And I'ma holla at cha
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Just leave ya name and number
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And I'ma holla at cha
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Just leave ya name and number
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And I'ma holla at cha
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Ronnie Rey, all day
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Women in the hall way
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Ev'day losing track of the people tryna call me
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Don't take this the wrong way, I been having long days
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Doing it, moving round the town wherever I'm getting my song played
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Now here I go again blowing you up (up)
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And my girlfriends keep telling me I'm doing too much (much)
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Now here I go again blowing you up (up)
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And my girlfriends keep telling me I'm doing too much (much)
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I'm leaving message and voicemails
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Telling you I miss you
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Baby, am I doing too much (too much)
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Why you tryna diss me
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When I just wanna kiss you
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Baby, am I doing too much (too much)
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Tell me what's the issue
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Who I give these lips to
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Baby, am I doing too much (too much)
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This is turning into
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Something I ain't hip to
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Baby, am I doing too much (too much)
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Doing Too Much
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| Paula Deanda |
