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, see back in high school used to love to see you out in the bleachers, the reason why i couldn't pay attention to teachers, the first day i seen you, i knew you were a keeper, fly from your hair to the sole of your sneakers, your first boyfriend didn't know how to treat ya, you laughed when you heard i put his ass in a sleeper, cause he didn't deserve you, cause he had the nerve to, disrespect ya momma keep you out past curfew, march 31st was the day of my pursue, may 25th was the day of our first woooo, june 13th was the day that i hurt you, and all you did was leave me with the trace of your perfume, september 4th the new school year started, and i heard you with marvin, well i heard he's retarded, i conjured up a plan, to break you up with your man, and it all worked well we got back by college, he don't hit it like i hit it boo, not like how big mibbs do, my connection is spiritual, i'll be raising my kids with you, you just keep your body tight, make-up sex every time we fight, i'll get you a ring when the time is right, when your mind is right, and mind is right, dynamite, i'm in flight, feeling is if this feeling is wide open, and i'm floating, to that wilder light, hope you wear your tights tonight, you know that's like my favorite theme, washing up with that maybelline, it's like i'm hearing an angel sing, thought i was gone, but now baby it's on, thought i was gone, but now baby it's on, thought i was gone, but now baby it's on, thought i was gone, but now baby it's on, please excuse the late attendance, we promised we'd show up, we just had to straightening business, cause some was hating bitches, we out here chasing riches, was plotting on your spot, while y'all flossing taking pictures, cheese!, cheddar cheese, hella trees, smell the weed, we blowing, we floating, seven seas, speed boating, tell em' freeze, we going for the safe, see that weapon he's holding, he's going for the face, red dot, head shot, we all up in that place, nine deep, no line, no admission, nice try, no permission, i'm fly, no magician trick, this is it, mr.ritz, even ferragamo, with some vintage shit, don't mention kicks, unless it's 808's or, you rocking some classic shit they don't make boy, i'm a tell you, i've been beasting on these tracks, these other niggas thinking they can rap, until you throw em' in the pit, and watch them sleeping on they back, bending corners, tipping over, sipping on some henn & cola, only a basketball champ, can drop 20 in some penny loafers, killa cal, this the style, blow them whistles on ya, raised where the cops can't wait to pull them pistols on ya, so glad were back together, so glad were back together, and i'll never let you go,