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Uh
Ah, you gon' nag right before a nigga got a show tonight?
Come on
You been through that before
I know you ain't goin' nowhere
Talk to one of them little scrub-ass cats at your job
It ain't 'bout nothin'
You comin' back home
Believe that
Listen, uh
Now we don't get along
Every time I'm with you, you singin' the same song
'02, Drip team, lap wavin' your pom-poms
Homecoming night, I dug you out, no condoms
Miscarriage, so we mismarriage
A thug lovin' them streets tough, you couldn't get six carats
Fly neighbors stickin' the fly paper, you opposite
From X-10, 900s to Wally magazine
Taught you how to give head, blew your top, no roof
Ate you out like Popeye, made you whistle like a flute
J Dilla in your headphones, I thought that was cute
Made a nigga crack a smile like I had a chip tooth
Now that I'ma beat it up, now, now I'ma beat it up
Shut your mouth for one night, girl, and get your kegel on
Get this money and leave the past where it is
Don't fuck up a good thing if you have any sense
We shared our first kiss, it was classical
You gave me gospel tongue, somethin' magical
Jazzy blues (Jazzy blues) 'cause you got my soul
I laid you on the bed and we rock and roll
Got me thinkin' 'bout good love all the way home
Got me dreamin' 'bout the good times that's awaitin', yeah
Oh, so, so you mad now?
Ah, you leavin'?
Oh, well, I ain't gon' stop you, do what you wanna do
Uh
Ayy
Ayy, let's toast to the past
Sip my drink, sit down my glass
Nah, I ain't mad, more like disappointment
I made plans for the direction we was goin' in
Uh, man, they always change
Girl I fell in love with was a plain Jane
But now I got this complicated, conversatin', naggin'-ass bitch
That's never happy with what happens, I ain't havin' that
Used to drink white wine by the fireplace
Give you back massages 'til you hibernate
Make me calm down seein' you smile
Well, I ain't seen that smile in a while
And I don't know, it could be me or it could be you
The connection was lost, separated the two
I'm down with tryin' again, start off fresh
Get together, have some make-up sex, sit on this dick, yes
We shared our first kiss, it was classical
You gave me gospel tongue, somethin' magical
Jazzy blues (Jazzy blues) 'cause you got my soul
I laid you on the bed and we rock and roll
Got me thinkin' 'bout good love all the way home
Got me dreamin' 'bout the good times that's awaitin', yeah
We shared our first kiss, it was classical
You gave me gospel tongue, somethin' magical
Jazzy blues (Jazzy blues) 'cause you got my soul
I laid you on the bed and we rock and roll
Got me thinkin' 'bout good love all the way home
Got me dreamin' 'bout the good times that's awaitin', yeah



Autor(en): Joe Ginsberg, John Christopher Bandi, Joseph Patton



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