| Don’t go fall in love before the outro
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| Let me prove just what you came to see
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| Oh, don’t go fall in love before the outro
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| Go on, take your time, let me show you me
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| Outro
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| Man, I done came up in that city tryna cut it the slack
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| I always dreamed I’d have it all so I could give it right back
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| My daddy told me, «If this ain’t work
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| You’ll be swingin' them hammers»
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| I locked myself back in my room
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| And now I’m singing them hammers, no grammar
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| But grandma used to rock all gold when she go to church
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| She don’t ask me why this gold be hangin' all on my shirt
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| And no, you ain’t love me, baby, baby
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| 'Til I prove to you what I’ma really be, baby, baby, hold up
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| Don’t go fall in love before the outro
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| Let me prove just what you came to see
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| Oh, don’t go fall in love before the outro
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| Go on, take your time, let me show you me
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| Met you in '05, we from that small town
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| I tried to hit that, but I got shot down
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| Who knew we’d cross paths way, way, way down the road?
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| You thought you were out my league 'til I made that heart explode
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| Who’d ever thought that I could find true love?
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| You were there before I even got to buy you stuff
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| I was broker than a joke, but you were by my side
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| I don’t take that shit for granted, let me tell you why, hold up
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| People search they whole life, yeah, tryna find what we have, yeah
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| On the road for three months, yeah, them girls be so bad
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| And I said I want them, then I said I want you 'cause
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| Nobody love me like, li-li-like you do, I
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| I just don’t like to t-talk 'bout love anymore
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| I know I’ve said a million times I give no fucks anymore
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| But can I take that statement back, because I’ll give 'em for you
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| Do what you love and let it kill you
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| I guess I’m living proof, I’m saying
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| Don’t go fall in love before the outro
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| Let me prove just what you came to see
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| Oh, don’t go fall in love before the outro
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| Go on, take your time, let me show you me
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| I wrote an album 'bout my dreams
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| Wrote these songs about my flaws
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| Talked it out with a piano, had trouble talking with God
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| Since I’ve been 15 years old, I gave a fuck about the odds
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| 'Cause my plan a rocket launcher, bitch, we shootin' for the stars
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| Yeah yeah, 10,000 hours, 10,000 hours and puzzle pieces
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| 10,000 hours, 10,000 hours of huggin' bleachers
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| But all that bleacher time taught me how to go speak my mind
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| Taught me how to be hungry as fuck when I get to speakin' lines
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| So, my dude’s, who knew back then I’d blow? |
| This one’s for you
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| My circle’s smaller than my buzz when I first started
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| Those the days when they would call us cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo
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| I guess we was, but that’s what dreams are made of
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| I sacrifice a few relationships to make my layup
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| I almost quit this shit, but every night, you made me stay up
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| I wanna thank you for saving me with this play I made up
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| Play on |