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What you mean, you and me, I'm here all by myself You're around, she's around, let's be polite and I'll leave her out The fuck you call this? Hopeless, not romantic I ain't got no kids, so don't be so childish You wildin', I be wildin' too But not like you, shit, maybe I look like you Maybe we ain't so different, maybe I be trippin' too EEEE!
If he was a winner, girl you wouldn't have to worry about a damn thing If I was up in it, I'd set a better pound, better put it down Make you forget that you was ever put up And I hate talking about my stroke game But girl I'm giving you the whole thing
Thank you, um, I mean I was just playing around but you know what I'm saying, I could not just reject a Brent song like that, I had to sing it, you know what I'm saying, but thank you.