| My man, living like an heroic |
| My man, creeped out like a shadow |
| In the church of the mirror |
| Something that you give it up |
| Something that is mine, oh my |
| And who does it mean if you give it up? |
| Cause you're chasing it all these times |
| Was this thing that you really like? |
| Was something that was mind of mine? |
| Would it stop and give you a few minutes? |
| Would it ease you to run? |
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| But after Washington, being upon you |
| I can't believe |
| And if the calling is lying |
| Hanging upon you |
| I can't believe |
| I can't believe |
| I can't believe |
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| My man |
| He started like he oak |
| He fell off like he broke |
| And |
| My man |
| Took a long way to get cooked |
| Put me wrong, can I, can I? |
| My man |
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| Did he shot me? Did you give it up? |
| Did you lock down with your love? |
| Did you tease me? |
| My man |
| Did you compare me to the leader |
| Can I help you pick it up |
| Let me help you pick it up |
| Can I help you pick it up |
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| I a foolish child |
| Freaking up on him |
| How can I leave? |
| Out at the corner of his wife |
| Checking up on him |
| How can I leave? |
| I'm gonna leave, I can't leave |
| Dishat! |
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| (We're waiting for the first one!) |
| My man! |
| He's standing around and telling a joke |
| There's anybody smoking my man |
| Can I have... |
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