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I feel your pain
Cause I been through the same thing as you
So I can relate
But I feel your pain and I know that shit hurts
And yeah, it's the worse
But you'll be okay
[D.R.A.M.:]
So quit moping your ass around
Like somebody owe you som'n
Don't nobody owe you non', okay
You need to just stay focused on your craft
And if you on to som'n, don't let 'em tell you non'
I say...
[D.R.A.M.:]
I feel your pain
You got three baby daddies
You still club every Saturday around your way
Girl, I feel your pain
And you probably resort to stripping
But all that fried chicken and children
Fucked up your frame, huh shit
It's fucked up, ain't it?
At high school you was a prom queen
And now you're bagging up number three's
And if it was mine it had no cheese
Girl, I feel your pain
Huh, you've ask me how I feel today
And I gladly tell you that I'm great
[D.R.A.M.:]
So quit moping your ass around
Like somebody owe you some
Don't nobody owe you nothin', okay
You need to just stay focused on your craft
And if you owe 'em some, don't let 'em tell you none
Not even me
[Mabel:]
I feel your pain
Addicted to heartache, okay
I touch strings we've found together, always connected
I tangle things then wonder whether it keeps me protected
And I'll admit through all of it, you keep me affected
[Mabel:]
I feel your pain
Addicted to heartache, okay
Late night looking as your friends leave, pulling out the driveway
Sipping on that last thing that he said
Ain't no one wonder why do I let it keep me up
Why do I let it beat me up?
Reaching for that last thing that he said
[Mabel:]
This shit it hurts, this shit it hurts
Addicted to heartache
This shit it hurts, this shit it hurts
Okay
This shit it hurts, this shit it hurts
Okay, okay
[Mabel:]
So what, you gon' cry about it?
Tell your friends about it
You walk away, you can't sleep without it
And no one knew what you were going through
And not even me
Cause I been through the same thing as you
So I can relate
But I feel your pain and I know that shit hurts
And yeah, it's the worse
But you'll be okay
[D.R.A.M.:]
So quit moping your ass around
Like somebody owe you som'n
Don't nobody owe you non', okay
You need to just stay focused on your craft
And if you on to som'n, don't let 'em tell you non'
I say...
[D.R.A.M.:]
I feel your pain
You got three baby daddies
You still club every Saturday around your way
Girl, I feel your pain
And you probably resort to stripping
But all that fried chicken and children
Fucked up your frame, huh shit
It's fucked up, ain't it?
At high school you was a prom queen
And now you're bagging up number three's
And if it was mine it had no cheese
Girl, I feel your pain
Huh, you've ask me how I feel today
And I gladly tell you that I'm great
[D.R.A.M.:]
So quit moping your ass around
Like somebody owe you some
Don't nobody owe you nothin', okay
You need to just stay focused on your craft
And if you owe 'em some, don't let 'em tell you none
Not even me
[Mabel:]
I feel your pain
Addicted to heartache, okay
I touch strings we've found together, always connected
I tangle things then wonder whether it keeps me protected
And I'll admit through all of it, you keep me affected
[Mabel:]
I feel your pain
Addicted to heartache, okay
Late night looking as your friends leave, pulling out the driveway
Sipping on that last thing that he said
Ain't no one wonder why do I let it keep me up
Why do I let it beat me up?
Reaching for that last thing that he said
[Mabel:]
This shit it hurts, this shit it hurts
Addicted to heartache
This shit it hurts, this shit it hurts
Okay
This shit it hurts, this shit it hurts
Okay, okay
[Mabel:]
So what, you gon' cry about it?
Tell your friends about it
You walk away, you can't sleep without it
And no one knew what you were going through
And not even me
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