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Big Boi
Big Boi
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André 3000
André 3000
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Earthtone III
Earthtone III
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Rajinder Kala
Rajinder Kala
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Chanz Parkman
Chanz Parkman
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Aaron Mills
Aaron Mills
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Antwan Patton
Antwan Patton
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David Sheats
David Sheats
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André "3000" Benjamin
André "3000" Benjamin
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Earthtone III
Earthtone III
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Earthtone III
Earthtone III
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John Frye
John Frye
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Vincent Alexander
Vincent Alexander
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Malik Albert
Malik Albert
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Warren Bletcher
Warren Bletcher
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Neal Pogue
Neal Pogue
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Yeah, this one right here goes out to all the baby's mamas, mamas Mamas' mamas, he-he-he, baby mamas' mamas Yeah, go like this I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson (ooh), I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson (ooh), I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times My baby drama's mama don't like me She be doin' things like havin' them boys Come from her neighborhood to the studio, tryna fight me She needs to get a piece of the American pie and take her bite out That's my house, I'll disconnect the cable and turn the lights out And let her know her grandchild is a baby and not a pay check Private school, daycare, shit, medical bills, I pay that I love your mom and everything, but see, I ain't the only one who laid down She wanna rib you up to start a custody war, my lawyers stay down (shi-) She never got a chance to hear my side of the story, we was divided She had fish fries, cookouts for my child's birthday, I ain't invited Despite it, I show her the utmost respect when I fall through All you do is defend that lady when I call you, yeah-yeah I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson (ooh), I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson (ooh), I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times Me and your daughter got a special thang goin' on You say it's puppy love, we say it's full-grown (ah, roo) Hope that we feel this, feel this way forever You can plan a pretty picnic But you can't predict the weather, Ms. Jackson Ten times out of nine, now if I'm lyin', find The quickest muzzle, throw it on my mouth and I'll decline King meets queen, then the puppy love thing Together dream 'bout that crib with the Goodyear swing On the oak tree, I hope we feel like this forever Forever, forever ever? Forever, ever? Forever never seems that long until you're grown And notice that the day-by-day ruler can't be too wrong Ms. Jackson, my intentions were good, I wish I could Become a magician to abracadabra all the sadder Thoughts of me, thoughts of she, thoughts of he Asking what happened to the feeling that her and me had I pray so much about it, need some knee pads It happened for a reason, one can't be mad So know this, know that everything's cool And yes, I will be present on the first day of school and graduation I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson (ooh), I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson (ooh), I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times "Look at the way he treats me" Shit, look at the way you treat me You see, your little nosy-ass homegirls Done got your ass sent up the creek, G Without a paddle, you left to straddle and ride this thing on out (out) Now you and your girl ain't speakin' no more 'Cause my dick all in her mouth (mouth) Know what I'm talkin' about? Jealousy, infidelity, envy, cheating, beating In the year 2G, they be the same thing So who you placin' the blame on? You keep on singin' the same song Let bygones be bygones And you can go on and get the hell on, you and your mama I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson (ooh), I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson (ooh), I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times (times) I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson (ooh), I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson (ooh), I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times (times)
Writer(s): Andre Benjamin, Antwan Patton, David A. Sheats Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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