Текст песни The Dream - ROC

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[Intro: Justin Timberlake] You'd take the clothes off my back and I'd let you You'd steal the food right out my mouth and I'd watch you eat it I still don’t know why, why our love is so much, ohh (Thanks for warning me, thanks for warning me) You curse my name, in spite to put me to shame Have my laundry in the streets, dirty or clean, give it up for fame But I still don't know why, why I love it so much (Thanks for warning me, thanks for warning me) [Hook: Justin Timberlake] And baby, it's amazing I'm in this maze with you I just can't crack your code One day you screaming you love me loud The next day you're so cold One day you're here, one day you're there, one day you care You're so unfair, sipping from your cup 'til it runneth over, Holy Grail [Verse 1: Jay-Z] Blue told me remind you niggas Fuck that shit y'all talking 'bout, I'm the nigga Caught up in all these lights and cameras But look what that shit did to Hammer Goddammit it I like it Bright lights is enticing but look what it did to Tyson All that money in one night, thirty mill for one fight But soon as all the money blows, all the pigeons take flight Fuck the fame, keep cheating on me, what I do, I took her back Fool me twice, that's my bad, I can't even blame her for that Enough to make me wanna murder, momma please just get my bail I know nobody to blame, Kurt Cobain, I did it to myself [Bridge: Justin Timberlake] And we all just entertainers And we're stupid and contagious And we all just entertainers [Hook] [Verse 2: Jay-Z] Now I got tattoos on my body, psycho bitches in my lobby I got haters in the paper, photo shoots with paparazzi Can't even take my daughter for a walk, see em by the corner store I feel like I'm cornered off enough is enough, I'm calling this off Who the fuck I'm kidding though, I'm getting high, sitting low Sliding by in that big body, curtains all in my window This fame hurt but this chain works, I think back you asked the same person If this is all you had to deal with, nigga deal with, this shit ain't work This light work, camera snapping, my eyes hurt Niggas dying back where I was birthed, fuck your IRIS and the IRS Get the hell up off your high horse You got the shit that niggas die for, dry yours Why you mad, take the good with the bad Don't throw the baby out with the bath water You still alive, still that nigga Nigga you survived, you still getting bigger nigga Living the life, Vanilla wafers in a villa Illest nigga alive, Michael Jackson's Thriller [Hook] [Bridge: Justin Timberlake] You get the air out my lungs whenever you need it And you take the blade right out my heart, just so you can watch me bleed And I still don’t know why, why I love you so much, yeah And you play this game in spite to drive me insane I got it tattooed on my sleeve forever in ink with guess whose name But I still don't know why, why our love is so much [Hook]

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