[Verse 1 - Kid Cudi] She said I don't spend time like I really should She said she don't know me Anymore I think she hates me deep down, I know she does She wants to erase me A couple days, no talking, I see my baby And this what she tells me
[Hook] She said: I keep on running, keep on running, and nothing works I can't get away from you, no I keep on ducking, keep on ducking you, nothing helps I can't stop missing you
[Verse 2 - Kid Cudi] It's like I'm her new nightmare, she ain't escaping It makes me feel a bit complete Knowing someone you love don't feel the same way about ya Memories they soon delete A couple weeks, no talking, I see my baby I missed you so damn much Hey, I wish we could start over, I told my baby This what this bitch tells me
[Hook]
[Bridge] Yeah, cause I'm in the magazines, on the TV No matter where you are, you might hear me I'm in the magazines, on the TV No matter where you go, you might see me
[Verse 3 - Kanye West] I'm Yeezy, she say "Hi, I'm Aria" No, you a angel, you wave "Hi" to Aaliyah I got a show in Korea, they built a new arena Why don't you come and watch a nigga tear the whole scene up I know I seen you before, but don't know where I seen ya Oh I remember now, it's something that I dreamed of Don C says she cool, but don't let her fuck your cream up Monica Lewinsky on the dress, you take her to the cleaners Sure enough, a week later, I'm at extra love And everybody know she's mine so she extra plugged Every bouncer, every club show her extra love We just praying the new fame don't get the best of us But all good things gotta come to a en-a She let it go to her head, "No, not my Aria" The height of her shopping was writer's blocking me I couldn't get my shit out anyway, I hope you die Aria!
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[Intro] (Ahhh) Cole World (Ahhh) Southside Can’t get enough, can’t get enough (Ahhh) Eastside, Westside, worldwide Ride out
[Verse 1: J. Cole] Now I ain’t got no kids yet, but this right here’s for practice I hate to get the seats in the Benz wet, but that’s how good yo’ ass is Make an old man get his glasses Make Wesley pay his taxes Then follow yo’ moves all week on Twitter Probably make a gay nigga reconsider You now rocking with the best, mayne, dress game down to the sex game Won’t brag, but the boy been blessed, mayne Let you play with the stick - Ovechkin She calling, she texting, she’s falling, but lemme explain Gotta tell your old boyfriend skate, girl, ’cause a nigga don’t play them ex games No! Straight sexing, no handcuff or arresting And I ain’t coming offa my last name, ’cause I really can’t take no stressing ‘Bout where I done been, who I done hit Your homegirl saying, “He a bad boy” But I’m signed to the Roc No time for the gossip, bitch, put down them tabloids
[Hook: Trey Songz & J. Cole] She said “I heard you got a main chick A mistress and some hoes You be up to no good And everybody knows My homegirls tried to warn me They tried to let me know But what you got, I need a lot So I can’t let you go”
She said “I, can’t get enough, can’t get enough” (I-Need-That) “I, can’t get enough, can’t get enough” (I-Need-That) “I can’t get enough of what you got Good God, you hit the spot Tried to let go but I just could not So don’t you stop, I need that”
[Verse 2: J. Cole] Hey, Globetrotter, Cole hotter Even way out in London town Hoes holla ’cause they love my sound And I got love for the underground Kweli, Pimp C H-town where Bun get down Met a bad bitch that’ll cut all night, that’ll suck all night, you just cut off lights Almost missed my flight, tryna get my last little nut, all right?