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doing by the way it's working And l'm ma keep you girl that's for certain I didn't plan to have no feelings for you No no no Oh girl you caught me by
But I ain't ever gave it to anybody that didn't deserve it, you know what I mean? I ain't ever ran in no public place with no pistol Shooting no
here by choice And things change Shit been dark for a minute I'm (blessed, blessed, blessed) Delirious, it's hard to function on this winner's time
&J: Ooh! - chh! - Ooh! - chh! - Oooh! - ccccccRGH! Jambo: The world around us, /as we know /is often ruled by a curious law Jasmine: That means if
I could look out my window Or stare at the wall It really it didn't matter No, I just didn't care at all Could be sitting by the water Counting
if not, where the hell did it go? 'Cause here I sit in Lucifer's den by the dutch oven just choosing to sin Even if it means I'm selling my soul,
doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turning red Cryin's not for me Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complaining Because I'm free Nothin's worrying
another nigga got you? They didn't see skills And I ain't playin', you a brother getting cheated And Ja Rule be prayin' on his cover, 'cause he need it
didn't know it, well now you know I didn't need the furs or the jewelry Because material things they don't mean much to me And ever since you've been
You don't have to be surprised Baby look me in my eyes Knew it when I first walked by That I'd be seeing you again. Safety on the dance floor You say
Cause I was still unsure But it's something I'm used to And I can tell by your face No one's ever been rude to you But I can tell you things
against the walls Be part of the crowd Get lost inside the sound I don’t want you to know What hides inside my soul I didn’t mean to run I didn’t mean
real, can she feel, is she a dream If you know what I mean 'Cause she was built out of stuff like that Do it, do it Stuff like that Do it, do it
I'm gonna tell you what you need to hear And I'm a little too late by three or four years And it may not make much sense now that we are apart But
up all of my love Come down from the ceiling I didn't mean to get so high I couldn't do what I wanted to do When my lips were dry You can't just
Ya tried to sneak by me now, didn't ya didn't ya. Sorry, I didn't mean to do what I done. I'm only wrong for lovin' you too much, Now I'm sittin'
Hoping you are just another jar Knowing I never dealt with my scars I didn't mean to ever let you far Now we talk calendars in the coupe, ahh
you? Are you just a rich man's friend, Or was it always in the family? You seem to throw the challenge down, By the way you didn't even look at me. Put
your Timb boots and your body suit I mean the spandex and hit my man next (yes) Sex get rougher when it come to the nut buster Pussy crusher, black
van, you mean Praline: Look It's people like you what cause unrest Clerk: What cat detector van? Praline: The cat detector van from The Ministry
hurts me so To go back to mama and say Mama I'm getting divorced Oh I'm getting divorced This choice I made Didn't work out the way I thought it would
like, something about it having to stop The way I'll get around that is by going back to these Fragments of time Yes, yes exactly these fragments,
won't stab me in it 'Cause I've been in love before and when I had to pay I didn't I'll lose my sanity tryin' to measure your intentions What do you
it, they gon' pocket off I mean profit off (uh), my plug drop it off (uh) You see them copyin' my hair, tell 'em, "Chop it off" Uh, bad gyal whip,
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