Tonalité : D minor
Verse 1
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Go
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Grease
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I dare you to keep it real for a minute I
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wanna know why did you sleep on me?
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Was it the ones that gave their opinion?
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Was it the way that they
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speak on me?
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You know you big fine like
Nicki
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But you was probably gon' meek on me
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When I was broke wasn't freak on me
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Friends don't guess you
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ain't see it in me
Highway knew I whip that
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Rara, he back when I ride that
Mazda
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He back when I was in them
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Romans, highway knew I get that
Lofi
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Highway thought you'd be my rider,
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you start fuckin' with my pop
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I still like you, yeah, kinda,
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never be us, just bein' honest
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Bitch, you ask me,
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where do I think you should get him for his birthday?
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I ain't trip, I looked you in your
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eyes and told you the truth
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Part of my heart gave you my feelings,
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you said you got a boo
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Six years later, I'm on top and bitch,
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it's supposed to be you
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When you look me over,
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make me wanna open your eyes
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Show you somethin' worth it,
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been right here the whole time
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Am
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God sent a blessing, a blessing in disguise
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You should've just
opened your eyes
Don't wanna be fuckin'
with no one else
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Don't wanna be loyal to no one else
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I look too hard, I know myself
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Don't wanna be fuckin'
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with no one else
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I've been right here the whole time
You should've just opene
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d your eyes
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Back when my t -shirts
used to be white
Playin'
Jay
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Shaw, they ain't had no ice
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Ballpoint pen used to write at night
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Makin' that music that no one liked
Then a song called
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Pop, that bitch was a hit
Went to
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P .V., had the whole bitch lit
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Started a rapper, then I started
DJing, cuz
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Niggas want me to play my shit
Still had the
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Amatures on the floor
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Young nigga whippin' that
Ford
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Explorer
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It was a old four, but I made it twerk
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Tryna build a credit score
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Drop my first album, push it like crank
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My shit was deep,
but they said it was whack
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Went back and listened to
that bitch the other day
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Hell yeah, my shit was wack
But what they gon' say now?
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I done sold a million, been gettin' them gone
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I done went platinum four times
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But I still got more I want
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How the fuck I write that for them?
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But they don't wanna hear my song
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How the fuck you look me in my eyes?
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Tell me I ain't supposed to be on
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When you look me over
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Make me wanna open your eyes
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Show you something that worth
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Been right here the whole time
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God sent the bliss
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A blessing in disguise
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Am
Don't wanna be fuckin'
with no one else
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G
Don't wanna be loyal to no one else
Am
I look too hard, I know myself
Don't wanna be fuckin'
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Am
with no one else
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I been with you the whole time
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You should've just
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opened your eyes
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See, I know what it's like to, like,
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Am
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really be that person that's invisible
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Like nobody see, like, you coming hard,
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you giving it all you got
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You actually good at what you do
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You actually the one
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But
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You just, you invisible
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You should've just opened your eyes
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