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Eric Can I get a piece Huh For so long had my heart in it But you know what the problem is Bunch of thoughts in my head From the things that her body did I mean pardon I'm getting too talkative Its like Oh Yadda Yadda Yadda Yadda Oh Yadda Yadda Yadda Yadda No More Talking Nada Nada Oh Yadda Yadda Yadda Yadda Yadda Yadda You get the V, Feel like its a W Till you left with the Exes Why? It's easy She want a groom, and you looking all confused So she headed to the exit Exsqueeze me Who you having sex with should feel like your best friend So blessed every session But when you get desperate this is what you left with And you left quick Said F it to the effort In her bed you've been embedded That's the story of the Ex-Men You should get tested You wake at noon in the danger room You're face is screwed like that Jamaican dude Grab a case of brew, and you feeling like, Your name is who? It's kind of strange like Déjà vu You smoke my kind of haze get your days confused A little pain removed, But getting high, it ain't the same as you Damn My heart in it But you know what the problem is Bunch of thoughts in my head From the things that her body did I mean pardon I'm getting too talkative Its like Oh Yadda Yadda Yaada Yadda Oh Yadda Yadda Yadda Yadda No More Talking Nada Nada Oh Yadda Yadda Yadda Yadda Yadda Yadda One second I want to be your mister Next second I probably reconsider And get a needy chick to feed me dinner Polenta and shrimp scampi I've never been a pimp, Ask me It'd be different if these hoes tell it Swear you get so jealous Buy you a rose and you don't smell it Filet Mignon and don't eat it I take you home and it's no speaking Gave you the globe and you don't see it I'm heated So I spend my time with another one Even though she can see we dated I'm saying At least I know she will appreciate it I'm Jaded Politicking with barbers and bartenders That tend to keep me faded What day is it? What day is it? I don't know its embarrassing Driving slow as a terrapin Need a dose of some therapy My patience is a model's clothes I swear to wearing thin What does it end? Should call you Nancy - I never ever, ever care again, Kerrigan Not by the hairs on my chin, Rub it in Wanna clean my soul like some fresh butter Timbs If I get caught slipping I done fell in love again Damn Caught slipping I done fell in love again Damn Dont say nothing Matter fact Nada It sound like a bunch of Yadda Oh Yadda Yadda Yadda Yadda Oh Yadda Yadda Yadda Yadda So can I get a piece Call me Dalai Lama We Smoking on that Buddha And Yadda Yadda Can I get a piece Hold up Said can I get a Peace