The Grown Up by Wale
They say love is the slowest form of suicide
The fluid on my eye falling while I do the rhyme
I try to be the guy, you think about
Every night when your eyelids cover eyes
Cause I'm going "I'm" rather than on "us"
Maybe I'm on lust well you deserve love
Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair
It's been a half a year, I say we take it there
'm trying to take you where nobody going to pay you, kid
It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear
Room service, the moon been worthless once apparent to your aura
A not to be a freak girl, you deserve oral
And you deserve the Earth and the materials on it
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