Lost & Found (Chris Brown)

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Ooh woah
Tired of the conversations, questions bout
Every time I leave the house, when Im in or when Im out
Girlfriend say I treat you foul but I dont know
At the end of the day, you know yourself
And Im tired of the times when you run your mouth
Times only running out, baby, you made me take a vow
Stop your whining, and sum it up, what are we now?
At the end of the day, you know yourself
Cant hear when youre talking loud
Oh, you do the most, this shits getting old, we both said enough
Went through this moment once when, my GPS broke
Dont know where to go
Every time Im lost, Im found
Yeah, this is not the lost and found
Whos time are you wasting now?
Cause every time Im lost, Im found, yeah
Oh, tell me whos losing out
Cause you say its the end and playing games again, I found (I found)
Playing games again, I found, yeah
Playing games again, I found yeah
Baby, you were the one that I could trust the most, used to think you were beautiful
Til you would drink too many toasts, what would your mama say if
Girl, youre drunk out your mind, oh my God, get to praying
Taking brandy with the wine, rude awakening
Lord dont save her, she think she a big girl
Think she gon draft all the players, think she gon be ballin yeah
But no, no, no, no, I done worked too hard for these cars and this cash no, no, no, no
Selling your soul, might as well be selling your ass, no, no, no,
Stop kidding, girl, you know yourself
Every time Im lost, Im found
Yeah, this is not the lost and found
Whos time are you wasting now?
Cause every time Im lost, Im found, yeah
Oh, tell me whos losing out
Cause you say its the end and playing games again, I found
I dont know why you keep fuckin with niggas
That really dont be in the streets
Always actin hard like they murderers
Tell them niggas just run into me
This is not the lost and found, girl, youre out of bounds
It take a lot of money to make her booty bounce
If you takin shots, better make it count
And girl, dont do nothing for free
I see that shawty want this money bad
She fuckin all over the internet
Dollars, where the money at?
Fuck around and run it up for a sack
Stealin weed, I bought my duffle bag
Only the, birds, bring them all back
Baby girl, dont try and go there
You already know that
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