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You Know What Hurts the Most

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You know what hurts the most
Is when it seems like you
Just got it right
And it turns out to be wrong
It's almost like when you
Get one thing together
For another to fall,
Summer, spring, winter
Must be my season
Cause it seems that's all
That comes my way these mornings,
No good afternoon, evening, or night
Ya that’s when I cry
Tired of asking
That same dumb question of why?
Ya you feel me?
Ya you feelin' me
Even though you can not understand me,
Myself and I
My dialect is slang and reckless
My intelligence is contagious
My heart is kept to myself
Because too many estranged lovers
Toiled, twisted, and tangled it
So why let it burn?
Scorch, screech, and holla
Good-bye to the sons and daughters
With manners and love
Hello to the hustlers, prostitutes, and thugs
That wanna make a quick dollar
I refused to be moved
By a ni*** spittin game at me
If you want me
Come get me
Say what you mean
Mean what you say
Say it right and you just might get it your way
I play nick for nack
Tick for tat
And if I smiled and blew you off
Next time come with something harder than that
Of course this face is innocent
And my curves dangerous
Ya baby you can lust for them
But never touch them
Not ever even feel the motion of them
With the smallest opportunity
Only the best gets by,
Bye-Bye and Far Away
Ya that gone and never to be seen again
Repetition is not I but still I say
Good-Bye to the old
And hello to the new
It's not that I'm actin fresh baby
But sometimes the old
Makes you blue....





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