Just Like Them

I know it's hard but
let's go

There's something different in your eyes baby
you can't seem to look into mine lady
tell me what is on your mind baby
or I'm gonna assume that something's wrong

Chorus:
I thought that you were different from the moment that we kissed
'cause all those other women couldn't get it let's..
and I'm not barely trippin I just can't do this again
please don't tell me you're just like them
please don't tell me you're just like them
you're just like them

I know that it's hard to trust of
but you need the trust that my love
whether I need you in the dust

Chorus:
I thought that you were different from the moment that we kissed
'cause all those other women couldn't get it let's..
and I'm not barely trippin I just can't do this again
please don't tell me you're just like them
please don't tell me you're just like them
you're just like them

Baby you ain't get this love on track
will you run away gotta wait on after love back
you know that I love you girl so tell me what you're waiting for
you gotta know know know know
know know know know know know
know know know know know know

[Chorus:]

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