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Miss Me (feat. Joe Budden)
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I say we both spend some time with our memories It's too bad that memories is all we have now Do you remember like I do? If you do then, you should have no choice but to feel the way I feel You're gonna miss me girl And the way we were making love You think he is me, girl But you're just faking us Go ahead, pretend that you love him that way Like you wouldn't come home whenever I say Cause we got too many firsts Turned into too many words And you always said I was the truth But why were you surprised when I began to hurt? And I ain't let you go Just to be in the club throwing money on a stripper And just because I'm gone You ain't gotta look for love just with any other nigga You're like beautiful waterfall With nothing to land on, yeah, yeah And now that your man gone You ain't got a leg to stand on You're gonna miss me girl And the way we were making love You think he is me, girl But you're just faking us Go ahead, pretend that you love him that way Like you wouldn't come home whenever I say Cause ain't nobody ever gonna do you like I did you girl Ain't nobody ever gonna kiss you like I kissed you girl Ain't nobody ever gonna touch you like I touched you girl Ain't nobody ever gonna fuck you like I fucked you girl When you had my love you ain't do right Try to let it burn, but it won't light We step in the dark soon our love shined And I know the love we once shared is dead and gone But I ain't let you go Just to be in the club throwing money on a stripper And I ain't let you go Just so you can be a ho and go fuck another nigga You're like beautiful waterfall With nothing to land on, yeah, yeah And now that your man gone You ain't got a leg to stand on You're gonna miss me girl And the way we were making love You think he is me, girl But you're just faking us Go ahead, pretend that you love him that way Like you wouldn't come home whenever I say Cause ain't nobody ever gonna do you like I did you girl Ain't nobody ever gonna kiss you like I kissed you girl Ain't nobody ever gonna touch you like I touched you girl Ain't nobody ever gonna fuck you like I fucked you girl I'm dealing with the past presently Maybe the ass was that heavenly I always thought that we'd last till I was seventy Before I knew that whenever I'd spaz you wouldn't let it be And I don't care if everything he do is brand new Known him for some months, so could he really understand you? Maybe we both got tired of being mishandled And when we tried to fix it all is when we lost the chance to So I'm with this new bitch trying to get her to take to me And the greatest part of her not being you is the new slate to me Your with this mutt nigga, fairy tale, make believe But you so confused, I don't know who you trying to make believe Maybe you just needed a break from me Or maybe you can't tell exactly how bad it's breaking me Or do you want anybody that you can give your all? It's so bad sometimes when I'm alone, I relive it all Walk in, pick you up, throw you on the bed now Sucking on your nipples, till you want a little head now Marathon sex, I see us racing up the stairs Went crazy anytime I let my face be your chair It's like a never ending dream, never ending screams Getting wetter with every stroke, it's like a never ending stream Switch it up, knees spread apart, hands up on the headboard Couldn't sing for shit, but that dick will make her hit every chord But do you miss a nigga sometimes? Just the thought of that question is kinda wrong to me And if so, then we should fuck again just one time Don't try to fight, know that pussy still belong to me Running from the dick, I pull you closer, make you run back Can you picture a scenario where you would come back? But when I ask, it's like you never got a come back Which only forces me to think that you don't really want that You're gonna miss me girl And the way we were making love You think he is me, girl But you're just faking us Go ahead, pretend that you love him that way Like you wouldn't come home whenever I say We at least owe each other that Just one more shot We can't let it end the way it did
Writer(s): Joseph Anthony Budden, Emanny Salgado Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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