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I Must Love You
Madlib
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Hey, you play games with your girlfriend?
You do? Do you play games?
You do, don't you?
I got another game called Graveyard
Between the age of 35 and 45, she's like America
Cool, calculating, and commercial
Between the age of 65 and 75, she's like Europe
Devastated, but still a few interesting spots left
From 75 to 95, she's like Australia
Everybody know where it is, but who the hell wants to go there?
I wanna talk to you
Seriously
I was telling that bitch
How good my man
And how he do
And I didn't have that fucking pole
Water him too
Now I'm trying so hard to be a lady
And take all this shit in stride
But if he keeps, you know
I'll be forced to do what's my part
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Go on, let's get dressed
If you could do anything you wanted to me
What would you do?
Turn you over my knee and spank you, man
Stay, sometimes you make me feel like a king
Every time I turn around, my baby's buying me things
Rockport boots, leather coats, hats, jeans
At this rate, you shoulda get a ring
But go, sometimes you make me feel real low
Bickering about the groupies and the hoes I know
Smiling in my face at each and every show I throw
Do you propose I go? I don't know
But stay, just when I think that this won't last
Reminisce on how you helped me get through shit in the past
And all of a sudden things don't seem so bad
And I'm back getting the ass, I ain't stupid
But go, when we beef, you say it's all my fault
Like I'm the one responsible for every time we fought
But when I'm packing up my shit, you say we need to talk
Now should I stay or walk? I don't know
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You know I'm about to love you
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I know I do things too
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Stay, the other night we went to dinner to chill
So we could talk about our problems and the way we feel
Perfect therapy over a Red Lobster meal
Now this is love for real, like this, do your thing
But go, you start tripping on some waitress shit
Like she was too friendly, you couldn't take the shit
Playing me like a nigga used to date the chick
She trying to make a tip (Shut that bullshit up, girl)
Stay, after a drink or two, we chilled out
And talked while the waitress brought the meals out
We ate like grown-ups and talked it out
I even held the door open when I walked you out
But go, before I knew it, you pissed again
Mad 'cause I got up and slipped a ten
Sweating, acting rude, why you tripping then?
Now you acting like a bitch again
You know I'm about to love you
In every dictionary you can find what slag is
Go away, come back, in every language
Slag
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Just boom
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Are you rolling?
Are you rolling?
Are you rolling?
Well, it wasn't planned really
It's just, uh, I say it's instincts, you know
Whatever I feel like is the next thing to do
You know, I just do that, you know
And I feel like instincts is one of the best guidelines
Anyone could, you know, go by
But you know, once you start the ball rolling
There's no need to stop
So I guess I conditioned my mind to live with it
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You know the son of Anish Mia
You know the son of Anish Mia
I swear I want this thing to be a
You know the son of Anish Mia
I swear I want this thing to be a
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Ill style with extra static
You know the son of Anish Mia
I swear I want this thing to be a
You know the son of Anish Mia
I swear I want this thing to be a
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