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Timbaland

"I Can't Love You"

(Chorus)
I can't love you the way you wanna be loved
So that's all, for us
Just pack your bags and hit the road
There's nothing left for you and me to discuss

I can't love you the way you wanna be loved
So that's all, for us
Just pack your bags and hit the road
There's nothing left for you and me to discuss
I can't love you

(Earl Hayes)
I ain't even mad I'm just sick of your sh*t
Only time I'm happy now is when you suckin' my di*k
I'm drunk all day you can hear the ice in my glass
Rumblin', the neighbors scared
Cause they seen your naked dumb ass runnin'
You must be happy when I call you b*tch
Smack you in the face and tell you pack up all your sh*t
But this is what happen' when you ain't know you f*ckin' with his street
Find out and be like 'she can't be in public with me'
I'm a boss I'd rather blow my balls off then be called a clown
By real n*ggas when they talk
But you usually hear my name come up when
Murders get brought up
One in the circle with dealers when them n*ggas talk drugs

(Chorus)

(Earl Hayes)
I ain't even sad, I'm just sick of your mouth
The more I hear you talk the more I want you out of my house
I get to whoopin on your ass like I'm crazy
See you cryin' hard and curlin' up like a baby
You owe me, I payed all your bills, that god damn car of mine
I beat your f*cking ass, they call it domestic violence
I hear you on the phone sayin' “Hayes, don't call the cops”
Then you come back in the house, talking sh*t, like you're f*cking rocky
You'd probably be happy with another man
You do a lot of dumb sh*t I don't even understand
I don't wanna go to jail so I'm cooler than a fan
I'd kick you in your ass before I hit you with my hands

(Chorus)

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