I know you’ll kill for me
You’ll die you me
I know you like to rip and run the streets
But I get nervous sometimes
Ooh baby I can’t help to think
You might not make it home to eat
I barely sleep
Could you pick up a phone and call me at home?

And let me know you ain’t in some heat
And don’t go crying, you’re grown
You know I’m looking out for you
Cause you be looking out for me, me, me

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