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[J'Von]
I'm at the store
Buying some things I can't even afford
Pretty lady right there, I've seen before
Sight for sore eyes, she leavin' me sore
Like, I know you see me, see you
So, how about seeing me more?
I told her to come through next week at, like, four

Dodging depression's depressing, I think of it more
Truthfully, now I'm half the man that I used to be
And don't have the span for you using me
And my girlfriend getting used to me
But that isn't none of your bidness
They havin' fun with your bitterness
Being eliminated is limited, living it live in it, lit in it
Reached so hard, pulled a ligament (No)
Ain't got it but I'm thinking 'bout getting it
Mixed with the eggs, brown sugar, let's go
Cookies with my girlfriend, though
I can make you cookies with my girlfriend, though
I am not a rookie with my girlfriend, bro
Wonder where she be at when the world ends, though (Whoa)

I be in my zone, girl
I don't pick up the phone, girl
We should just be alone, girl
But you'd rather be with your homegirls
And I'd rather be on my own, girl
But to each his own, girl
To each his own, girl
And that ***** just need to get his own girl

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