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This Condition I Think I Like You

I think I like you I don't even know you But something is telling me that I think I need you You're like my thoughts come true And I can't argue with

condition Think you could rock it like this? You wishin' You can't rock it like this You can't rock it like this You can't rock it like this You can't rock it like this You

like somebody just turned all the lights off I don't understand how one minute I just had it all now I can't reach you cos I'm tied up with this straight jacket on I

that I respect When I think I'm too good, they put me in check So believe when I say I'm no better than you Except when I rap, so I guess it ain't true

on But you don't even write songs But Hollywood make you spit like a python I meant Cobra, I'm so not sober I'm high like a Hollywood coffee or soda You

ya Smooth, I made it to free your mind to the rhythm I got designed when the world drop dimes This world you'll fine there's no other like my kind Code

Now I can't work like this, no, with you next to me, yeah, yeah, yeah His message was brutal but the delivery was kind Maybe if I get this down I'll

but I've been told It's a lonely condition called growing old. Let me stumble sometimes... I'm looking for someone to cling to, yeah... So what you think about that? This

like this, I keep a night stick In case any stick up care, where heat might miss I chicken fry rice bitch in a white trench Bustin' off two macks, I'm like I'm hit Yo, I'm just playin', I