| These days, sex is like a handshake
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| We thought we had it down, but the plans changed
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| I remember saving myself, for marriage but a few notches just came on this belt
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| (Oh oh…)
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| Me inside of a woman
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| When I leave I take a piece of her soul
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| I try to hold on cause I don’t like letting mine go
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| But in this fast life, nothing moves slow
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| So we honor a few principles
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| With loyalty to only a few individuals
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| People are surprised when pastors are more hypocritical
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| Than your average criminal
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| I’m just trying not to freeze up in the cold
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| Weaving in the snow, the battlefield of connected souls
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| The weapons we hold, will pierce the flesh to the bone
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| The methods I’ve chose, will make a house less of a home
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| Fast fixes, our families turn the microwave on
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| We like to play God
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| But take on too long of a case load
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| Then we pray LORD
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| Behind the bars of a jail owned
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| By men who’d rather see us oppressed till we have frail souls -Than sell hope
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| They stick it to us like velcro
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| Cold
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| The way they be doing my kind
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| They say I’m too
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| Cold
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| The way I be living my life
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| They say I’m too
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| Cold
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| From the shit that I’ve seen
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| What I’ve been thru, just living my dreams
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| Cold
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| The way I be feeling sometimes
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| I be feeling too
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| Cold
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| Word, that’s what a brother be tripping on
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| I would say fuck bitches
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| But that’s a different song
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| If you getting money, we can get along
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| Did I do right by all the women who did me wrong?
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| They blaming the poisons that they be sipping on
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| Like that vodka cran last night was way too stiff and strong
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| Bending laws, that’s why I was hanging all on that nigga’s arm
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| Cold
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| Reverse-osmosis-menopause
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| Do you think it’s okay to lie because you’ve been lied to?
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| Or to play your man because your last lover two-timed you?
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| Hurting people hurt, and lies are like the flu
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| Deception is contagious and who really likes the truth?
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| Check your Santa Claus, your parents even lied to you
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| For no apparent reason, your parents even two-timed you, too
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| And that’s not something that I would do
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| I told my son Santa Claus was fake and he said, «you're lyin' dude.»
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| Never trust a man without a watch
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| Watch out for a woman without a job
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| Lack luster, lack purpose, lack structure
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| Back busters, looking like leeches with crutches
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| These days, I be pointing 'em out
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| Taking the right at the fork in the road while they go south
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| They try to make me re-route
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| They wonder why I be out of the way
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| And wonder why I don’t answer my phone for a thousand days
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| Look my brother, I’m just trying to get up out this maze
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| And figure out some things, plus I got amounts of rage
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| That shouldn’t be let out this cage
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| Unless it’s from my mouth to page
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| I’m about some change, you’re about some change
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| I’m about to change my number and get up out the states
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| Pull out the calamari, and pull out the steaks
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| Order everything on the page and leave without a taste
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| And listen as the stories perspire about me from out their veins |