Тональность: G# minor
Verse 1
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Am
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Am
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You
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should spend all my days,
thinking about you
B
Am
I can't take it no more,
I need a round two
B
Am
Sick of sleeping alone,
where has the love gone?
B
Am
Could you unlock the door,
baby I'm home
B
Why you chasin' these hoes?
Am
Hey, like I don't mean shit
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Am
These niggas' words ain't bonnet,
done lost count, I see you still creepin'
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Am
See me talkin' my hotline,
why you fucked up on the weekend?
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Am
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By the time you sober up and clutch your henny bottles,
Am
I'll come to your defense
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Am
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If only you knew what
I've been through,
see why I'm into all of this drama
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rage harboring up ain't easy,
Am
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see why every diamond is a rock
Feel you apply that pressure
Am
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Everybody got secrets they hope
don't slowly come catch up
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Why I keep a poker face
I wanna hurt this nigga
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Put me back in a very bad space,
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should've dropped that ass
off the vertical figure
Am
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Look at what you put me through,
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how dare you let things get this far
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Crossed by someone one -eyed,
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I should've left your ass in that boulevard
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Try and take my soul from me,
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living like a rock star
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Stand out in crowded rooms,
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what they don't see is
the war you cause
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Devil on my shoulder,
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Am
tellin' me I shoulda set shit off
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Am
Wreak havoc on this motherfucker,
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do a time, muck it, go on
Am
You know my days, thinkin' about you
B
Am
I can't take it no more,
I need a round two
Sick of sleepin' alone,
where has the love gone?
B
Am
Could you unlock the door?
Baby, I'm home
B
Am
Why you chasin' these hoes?
Like I don't mean shit
B
Am
These niggas' words ain't born,
it's an unlost count
I see you still creepin'
Sweet talk in my hotline
While you fucked up on the weekend
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Am
By the time he sober up for clutchin'
Henny bottles,
I'll come to your defense
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Knock, knock, I'm on your block
Nigga, let me in, I got
Am
Bullets for your ass, get popped
B
Sickenin' how I shift the plot
Am
B
Raise up that four, four
Kickin' the door,
makin' y scream, forgot
Am
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Tell that bitch to shut her mouth
I drag her bum ass cross the lot
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Yeah, guess what I did?
I got to drop in this motherfucker
Am
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Thick bitch on the top floor,
put the track and the
vice on that fourth door
Am
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All you said that they robbed,
who quit pillow talking, turn the lights off
Am
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I ain't get a voice, order more,
I took the flash drive,
Am
then I packed shop and got lost
Outro 1
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