Boyz 2 Men

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[Intro: Butch Dawson & Boyz II Men] Darlin', I, I can't explain Where did we lose our way Girl it's drivin' me insane And I know I just need one more chance To prove my love to you And if you come back to me I'll guarantee that I'll never let you go Can we go back to the days our love was strong? Can you tell me how a perfect love goes wrong? Can somebody tell me how to get things back the way they use to be? Oh God give me a reason I'm down on bended knee Uh, nah Uh, can't hear myself, uh, but it's cool Uh, Butchy, woah, check I don't need to know, I'ma just go at it I'ma just go at a motherfucker I'll go at a motherfucker, motherfuckers I'll go at It's a bird, it's a plane, no, it's Butchy [Verse 1: Butch Dawson] Okay, what up? Okay, what up? On my shit, put my foot up Work that wrist, watch me cook up Where's your bitch? Damn, I took her Okay, what up? Okay, what up? Don't just run up, gotta put the gun up Okay, what up? Grind 'til the sun up All-black Hummer, smokin' on stunna Too stone cold get froze by frigidaire K visionaries got fled from the gutter All black timbs and potato, bread butter Stompin' your click, I do shit that you couldn't Okay, what up? It's no other Still with the gang, but I'm solo, brother Funny how black is considered as colored Okay, what up? Okay, what up? Butchy, baby, don't lose yourself You would do you if you knew yourself Butcher doing niggas like the man Still catchin' heat like a tan Okay, what up? What's the plan? We mobbin', we robbin', we raging, damn I aim at you scholars, my shit won't jam Then hand with my partners, yeah, that's the fam [Interlude: JPEGMAFIA] In this motherfucker [Verse 2: JPEGMAFIA] Ayy, Moonwalk on a nigga face Slap your man, then I catch the eighth Two chains on my side piece I know real shottas, they don't fuck with Drake Tellin' on me 'cause I'm keepin' pace Sus boys always take the bait Sissy niggas got no hope Hittin' high notes when they catch a case Damn boy, how much bread you made? Veteran but you never paid Trinidadian or Dominican I'm protected when I'm going out of state Double up, bitch, I guess I'm Ace Real ass, but the hair fake Once again, I'm in another state With another gun in your nigga face Call me Mikey Dread, sippin' suda fed Whoop a nigga like case then Talkin' to the feds, hit him with the lead Take his picture like a license This expensive shit, a different kind of lick My trigger finger itching, right hand Fuck a scraper boy like him I'm spinnin' on him like bison [Outro: Freaky] I'm no Bounty, paper towel, ayy, ow Spit dribbling on myself Sight of me make you say Boy, you needs to make you say Boy, look at yourself I don't know a god dang thing about mental health