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[Chorus] It's gotta be you, it's gotta be right |
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No time for games, it's gotta be tight |
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I just want this to be special, special |
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If it's gonna be you, it's gotta be right |
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No time for games in my life |
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I just want this to be special, special [Verse 1] |
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This is like the third time ya said you was through |
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I'm beggin' ya back, we loud in the parking lot causin' a scene |
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Campaignin' like the love ain't have no resident here |
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Still I stay all in the cabin |
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Although I know we've seen enough of good days and dirt |
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You cut me just to nurse me back but damn |
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I'd understand it |
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You gave ya all and |
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I just gave it up |
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Put the truck in ya name |
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Damn ya should've known |
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I was liability |
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Ignorin' the ways you would dress for a nigga |
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Express to a nigga |
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I heard jibber and jabber |
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My apologies |
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I left the wrong man to conduct |
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Take these jewels for the inconvience and neglect |
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You expect the worst of it |
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But I realize that |
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I owe you more than explaination |
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I got my life in a box, what |
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I'm supposin' is a joint account |
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It's cash on it, let's take our lil' business and incorporate it |
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It's me and you girl [Chorus] [Verse 2] |
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First of all love, your soul caller |
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Before me helped create and shape your distorted image |
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See every man don't play or even scrimmage |
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That's a lie but |
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I'm try to be that only one |
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You look to, to make you smile |
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First you need to check my files |
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Understand |
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I play the partners sterotypical man |
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An regret the pain |
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I may have left to flame |
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My people say "Yo that's a fine girl ya mess with" |
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But I told em' we havin' a mess |
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Ya charm must have calluses from the grip |
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That it has on my heart that |
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I ain't tryin' to rip |
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But by now we both should know |
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That it's no longer where ya at but where we tryin' to go |
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So do ya background checks so |
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I can pass through these borders |
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And stamp my name on a lil' man or a daughter |
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Come on girl [Chorus to end] |