| How it was ain’t how it is
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| How it is ain’t how it will be
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| When anyone asks how I’ve been
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| I tell em ask how I will be
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| (Story time)
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| School days they never paid her no attention
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| All the boys used to think about was taking home her best friend
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| Remember trocadero had us all going West End?
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| She was the weirdo, the lame with no protection
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| So they used to call her rugged and she called her older bruddas
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| At night she couldn’t sleep, she just hid below the covers
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| She was a tomboy with potential
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| In a class full of cruel kids, all alone she suffered
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| But the years passed by and the glasses became contacts
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| Her hair’s relaxed and the braces disappeared
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| She used to battle with her pass out
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| Couldn’t pass, she made combat
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| She’s got it back now, her face is everywhere
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| Shop windows and adverts
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| Now it’s like she’s never been insulted by a man’s words
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| Nobody thought that she’d become a model
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| When her hair was in a bobble, she had bottles thrown at her
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| Times change
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| People change
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| Times change
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| People change
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| School days she was the one that all the boys chased
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| Just another little boy tryna beat before his voice breaks
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| Valentines day, there ain’t a choice made
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| Way too many options, she can’t avoid hate
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| Now there’s rumours going round the school, they’re calling her a slag
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| They say she’s going out with Paul, she ain’t cool with that
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| Cause Paul ain’t growing outta all the things children have
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| He wrote a little poem on the wall where the water’s at
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| The years passed by and her reputation was ruined
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| Telling every man she meets they’re the only man she beats
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| Swearing on her life by elevating, what’s she doing?
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| Now Paul’s become the man to please, sport’s got the man his P
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| She a funky buddha, celebrity pursuing
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| She walks in casually, haunting all the athletes
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| Now she’s on the same celebrity she knew when
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| She was a secondary girl, but he remembers very well
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| + (simultaneous)
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| The model, the baller, the chicken head
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| All went the same school, coincidence
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| Different situations supported by these instruments (life)
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| Hate, love and too much attention caused the difference
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| The model was the victim (chicken head was loved)
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| And the baller was a victim (of this chick he said he loved)
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| Mate, I’m just painting the picture (where's my brush?)
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| Only two used the gift they was given
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| One never once opened a present up
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| She just opened her legs and…
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| Hoping to to get a cuff from bruddas that get money
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| But no, she never does, I suppose it’s never funny
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| When these hoes have a child that won’t respect their mummy
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| Back to the other two, one night they crossed paths
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| In the lobby of the W, a hot glance
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| Turned into exchanging numbers
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| Who, ever thought that they would get together?
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| Well, I never
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| + (simultaneous) |