| Do you, love me
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| Cause everybody knows my name and I gained a little power & fame?
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| Do you, love me
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| Cause I’m rappin' on this stage and it pays more than minimum wage?
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| Do you, love me
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| That’s what you’re saying in my face, but I’ll catch you if you’re real or
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| you’re fake?
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| Why don’t you, love me
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| For being me? |
| But I’ll never know, so I’ll never let my feelings grow
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| When I was growing up young, I didn’t have no girl
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| The music got me sprung, dreamed of rockin' the world
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| Then we started doing show, now I’m learnin' 'bout ho’s
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| The power of this microphone got 'em taking off they clothes
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| It’s too easy now, so every girl I think is sleazy now
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| Eeny, meeny, miney, mo. |
| I pick a ho when she is down
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| Incredible in bed, says she loves me too
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| But the voices in my head say, «Josh, don’t be a fool.»
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| I’m lovin' what I’m doin' cause I’m rappin' for a livin'
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| And we’re steady on this mission
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| But there’s still something missin'
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| She loves a musician, lovin' my emmision
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| But the first time we kicked it, she was on my dick kissin'
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| Is that a groupie, or am I the dumbest man alive
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| I must be stupid, I tried to make this girl my wife
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| To make a long story short, now she’s gone
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| And I’m sitting here alone writing words to this song
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| And I’m scarred now, there ain’t nothin' I can do
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| Everytime I meet a girl I’m always gettin' so confused
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| I wanna open up, I wanna show you how I feel
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| But I’m scared and I don’t know if your love is real
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| Do you, love me
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| Cause everybody knows my name and I gained a little power & fame?
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| Do you, love me
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| Cause I’m rappin' on this stage and it pays more than minimum wage?
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| Do you, love me
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| That’s what you’re saying in my face, but I’ll catch you if you’re real or
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| you’re fake?
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| Why don’t you, love me
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| For being me? |
| But I’ll never know, so I’ll never let my feelings grow
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| I feel you man. |
| How can you know if you can trust these women?
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| Do you know 'em. |
| I mean, even after you know 'em
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| Do you really, really know 'em?
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| Will you, love me
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| If I can’t afford a wedding ring going broke, chasin' my dream?
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| Will you, love me
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| If I had to go to jail for possesion with intention to sell?
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| Will you, love me
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| If we could never have a baby cause I gotta smoke a blunt on the daily?
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| Will you, love me
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| When that groupie calls, saying that she fucked me at a show last fall?
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| I got no way of knowin', hope you can see what I’m showin'
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| I’m an aspiring rapper, who makes a livin' from growin'
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| I don’t know where I’m going, I only know where I’ve went
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| Only know that I’m grindin' just so that I can pay rent
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| Live my life in the mist, can’t bring a wife into this
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| Can’t have no kid, cause I be broke, and I be fightin' the stress
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| I just give it my best, and keep on reppin' the West
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| Potluck ain’t goin' platinum, that’s how I measure success
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| Will you love me when I tour more than I’m at home?
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| Will you turn into a whore, and lie to me on the phone?
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| I’m losing faith in all women, cause of this life that I’m livin'
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| Got bitches backstage strippin', in every city we’ve been in
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| When I rap and they clappin' they keep their eye in my direction
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| They’re just some groupie hoes and they lie when I reject 'em
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| Can only trust a ho so much
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| Fuck everyone who don’t believe it’s victory or bust
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| Will you, love me
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| If I can’t afford a wedding ring going broke, chasin' my dream?
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| Will you, love me
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| If I had to go to jail for possesion with intention to sell?
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| Will you, love me
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| If we could never have a baby cause I gotta smoke a blunt on the daily?
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| Will you, love me
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| When that groupie calls, saying that she fucked me at a show last fall? |