(Baby, you know, you know, you know I need your love)You cannot find no one better than thisTryna do right by you, but we can't mix, I tryTakin' three months off, then fuckin' againAfter you say we not fuckin' againNever say never, just say what it isAct like you need some insurance on thisWe didn't get here on accidentDon't make me bring out them racks againYour two best friends are some savagesDamn, how many days has it been?Swearin' it's different, not genuineMovin' like Snoopy and Charlie BrownFeel like you tryna dog the kidYou're mineToo many reasons whyI can't picture you with himThat's just so embarrassin'I want to die, to dieI swear that I wanted you back thenWaitin' on you like a backendYou bad as fuck, ain't no cappin'Statements you claimed never happenedThis can't be the shit that you doin' to meAll of them nights you was slidin' aroundTold me what niggas was doin' to youThat's the same shit that you doin' to meYou in the city, you laid up with himWhile I'm on the road with no one to seeThere's no way(Baby, you know, you know, you know I need your love)'Cause you cannot find no one better than thisTryna do right by you, but we can't mix, I tryFuckin' and argue and fuckin' againAfter you said we not fuckin' againProbably coulda made it work again if IWas man enough to tell you you was wrongMan enough to not put it in a songFor the world to sing alongMan enough, I coulda told you on my ownMan enough to admit thatParagraph I sent last night, yeahI probably shoulda never sent thatAnd when you layin' on your stomachonly time I ever wanna get my lick backHow the outsiders know the inside?They was never supposed to get that, nahAnd that's just so embarrassin'I want to die, to dieAyy, I'm the one that youwas wishin' for when you was marriedThat tale wasn't much of a fairyChristmas, it wasn't at MaryYou a trophy to me like the LaryAyy, I'm the one that you was wishin' forAyy, I'm the one that you was wishin' forIn Miami and the owls with melike they just put my ass in GryffindorMouth dry over twenty that I never bothergettin' no prescription forSteve sayin' that you miss meand I won't say it to you, but I miss you moreSaid we got each other backand then you put the knife in it like the kitchen drawerWay I'm feelin' on this album, really took it easy on youcoulda written moreIf the shoe was on the other foot and it was meit woulda been guerilla warSince you know I got a soft spot for youthis has turned into a civil warArtists hittin' on you, broke as fuckI swear them niggas probably live in SingaporeThe athlete that you rollin' withI saw his game last night, he didn't scoreFuck, I gotta say a little moreShow you spots you never been beforeIt's fucked up that we was goin' onceand now you're goin' twice like a biddin' warWhy you act like just 'cause I go to the strip clubgirl, that I don't love you?You still listenin' to R Kelly in the whipbaby girl, and I don't judge youI'ma end this shit and let the 40 beat play before snapAnd Boobie Trap throwin' more billsthan your baby daddy trapYeah, grrah
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(Baby, you know, you know, you know I need your love)
You cannot find no one better than this
Tryna do right by you, but we can't mix, I try
Takin' three months off, then fuckin' again
After you say we not fuckin' again
Never say never, just say what it is
Act like you need some insurance on this
We didn't get here on accident
Don't make me bring out them racks again
Your two best friends are some savages
Damn, how many days has it been?
Swearin' it's different, not genuine
Movin' like Snoopy and Charlie Brown
Feel like you tryna dog the kid
You're mine
Too many reasons why
I can't picture you with him
That's just so embarrassin'
I want to die, to die
I swear that I wanted you back then
Waitin' on you like a backend
You bad as fuck, ain't no cappin'
Statements you claimed never happened
This can't be the shit that you doin' to me
All of them nights you was slidin' around
Told me what niggas was doin' to you
That's the same shit that you doin' to me
You in the city, you laid up with him
While I'm on the road with no one to see
There's no way
(Baby, you know, you know, you know I need your love)
'Cause you cannot find no one better than this
Tryna do right by you, but we can't mix, I try
Fuckin' and argue and fuckin' again
After you said we not fuckin' again
Probably coulda made it work again if I
Was man enough to tell you you was wrong
Man enough to not put it in a song
For the world to sing along
Man enough, I coulda told you on my own
Man enough to admit that
Paragraph I sent last night, yeah
I probably shoulda never sent that
And when you layin' on your stomach
only time I ever wanna get my lick back
How the outsiders know the inside?
They was never supposed to get that, nah
And that's just so embarrassin'
I want to die, to die
Ayy, I'm the one that you
was wishin' for when you was married
That tale wasn't much of a fairy
Christmas, it wasn't at Mary
You a trophy to me like the Lary
Ayy, I'm the one that you was wishin' for
Ayy, I'm the one that you was wishin' for
In Miami and the owls with me
like they just put my ass in Gryffindor
Mouth dry over twenty that I never bother
gettin' no prescription for
Steve sayin' that you miss me
and I won't say it to you, but I miss you more
Said we got each other back
and then you put the knife in it like the kitchen drawer
Way I'm feelin' on this album, really took it easy on you
coulda written more
If the shoe was on the other foot and it was me
it woulda been guerilla war
Since you know I got a soft spot for you
this has turned into a civil war
Artists hittin' on you, broke as fuck
I swear them niggas probably live in Singapore
The athlete that you rollin' with
I saw his game last night, he didn't score
Fuck, I gotta say a little more
Show you spots you never been before
It's fucked up that we was goin' once
and now you're goin' twice like a biddin' war
Why you act like just 'cause I go to the strip club
girl, that I don't love you?
You still listenin' to R Kelly in the whip
baby girl, and I don't judge you
I'ma end this shit and let the 40 beat play before snap
And Boobie Trap throwin' more bills
than your baby daddy trap
Yeah, grrah
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