| Last night we hit it, that glass like ceiling
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| We been playing this game way past ninth inning
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| That fast life, every night, smashin' mad women
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| I gave it up for you, I knew I had a bad feelin'
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| When I met you it was world peace, now its world war 3
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| I gave you floor seats and you gave me nosebleeds
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| Bad chick, bad meaning bad, not good
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| Hollywood taught you well, how to fool em into love
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| All that flirtin', goin' through my cellphone cursin'
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| With all your chicken head friends at the club twerkin'
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| Now you drunk every damn night, fuckin' with that white
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| I don’t know you any more, I’m disgusted by your sight
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| Back from tour, and I’m greeted with complainin', I don’t need it
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| Shoulda seen it from a mile away, that shit you do when I’m away
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| I’m seein' all your true colors, comin' out a darker shade
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| This time around you can’t fix it with no lingerie, hey
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| I never knew (I never knew)
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| That evol you (that evol you)
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| I should’ve stayed away from you (I should’ve stayed away from you)
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| I never knew (I never knew)
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| That evol you (that evol you)
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| I should’ve stayed away from you (I should’ve stayed away from you)
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| She saying:
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| Oh you got some nerve, comin' at me with them words
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| You ain’t' got no right, when you the biggest hypocrite on earth
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| You can’t walk in to my life, every couple months then leave
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| How you want me playin' wife, when you ain’t offer me a ring?
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| Ever think about my needs, while you livin' out your dreams?
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| Out there travelin' the world, and I can’t go out for a drink?
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| That’s bull shit, don’t say shit, you out there with your crew too
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| Them chicken heads you mentioned, more reliable than you boo
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| Don’t think that I ain’t knowin' bout them hoes that you be fuckin'
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| At shows to all your sessions, and you say that I’m disgustin'?
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| By the way all the coke you mentioned that I’m always sniffin'
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| I bought it from your dealer when you made that introduction
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| You rap what’s on the surface to make it seem like its my fault
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| You write me in your verses, but when can I share my song?
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| These couple bars might be the only chance that I may ever get
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| So this for
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| You Jon, I wish that we had never met |