98 lyrics for "I can't think at all"

You ain't livin' until you're lovin', baby Ooh, until you fall you ain't livin' at all You think you're so way out And you got all the action Still you can't find no satisfaction Baby - try me, and I'll make you see Ah ah, at all You like to kiss and run
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What goes around, goes around, goes around Comes all the way back around What goes around comes around Don't want to think about it Don't want to talk about it I'm just so sick about it Can't believe it's ending this way Just so confused about it Feeling
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And why you can't get up off my back? Got me looking for a new dude When I did all I could do, but you be wanting more And I can take a lot of shit, but I won't take that Got a lot on my mind I'm thinking I'm needing a break to clear up the clutter, damn
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Said I'm 'bout to go Gucci Mane On a choppa rant I think I'm 'bout to lose it man In the trap still countin' change Don't fuck with y'all 'cause you niggas lame What’s Gucci my nigga? What’s Louis my killa? I feel like I can’t follow in nobody footstep
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All night, love all night Practice makes perfect, gonna get it right Gonna get it right, one night at a time Let's take our love, one night at a time Oh, I think about you all day long It feels so good, it can't be wrong I got my fingers crossed that
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Let's ruin the friendship, let's ruin the friendship No, I can't keep denying every minute I think of you Your body's looking good tonight I'm thinking we should cross the line Do all the things on our minds What's taking us all this time You're only
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You think you know Every late night call, Every morning kiss All the "I can't live without yous" And you say goodbye like this Don't you understand? Do you even care? If you love me like you said you did Well you'd still be standing here
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All your excuses, they're always in the way Do you think that I'm stupid, make a new one everyday But you can't lie, girl I ain't blind If love is just a game you play, well then you're losin' Always stayin' out late, get off at 8 But you come to door at
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I'm reminiscing, yeah I ain't fuckin' with you at all I love money, I can't go back to the bottom 'cause I Hate it at the bottom, try to stop thinking about it But, I'm reminiscing, yeah Fuck your problem, it's too late to tell me sorry Off the head,
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