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[Verse 1]
She cries like a lost toddler
Said, "Don’t judge me," I said, "I’m not gonna
So you don’t have to call me your honour"
She laughed, said, "I keep getting in hot water"
I said, "We’ll have a bath," it’s only right
You know who to call on a lonely night
You know when you fall to show some fight
But I’m not the Dr. Phil or Oprah type
I don’t have much advice for you, I’m just for you
I support you and I hope one of these days I can call you
When you pick up, girl, we hang out and I tell you I adore you When you smile and take a whiff of all the flowers that I bought you
And you don’t need to be a perfect angel or a saint for me
I know all about you, I heard the stories they warned me
But if you say, "Boy, just wait for me"
Swear the writing's on the wall like a cave drawing, go

[Hook]
Well, I don’t have an answer
For these questions maybe we will never know
But you, you, you gotta breathe slow
Yeah

[Verse 2]
So she tells me her little stories
All the rich boys that she thinks are boring
And I don’t really listen fully
I just stare at her in a Biggie hoody
I tell her things and I know they don’t get through
She looks for love and a reason to live too
I wish I had those things to give you
But those things you’ve gotta find in you
And she plays the cool chick living in the Tumblr
Smoking weed in a alleyway right next to the dumpster
The boys they wanna fuck her so they text her and they bug her
She likes the attention but she can’t give them an answer
'Cause she’s looking for an answer of her own, can you blame her?
Underneath the fake her, these people aggravate her
But really I just wanna save her
If she calls up, be busting down the door like Kramer

[Hook]
Well, I don’t have an answer
For these questions maybe we will never know
But you, you, you gotta breathe slow
Yeah

[Verse 3]
Yeah, she says girl things, I say boy things
She likes to make things, I destroy things
She does drawing so I get the Blu-Tack
She doesn’t like 'em there, I say too bad
We hang out and I show her all my new raps
I see the real her, not the cute act
She dropped the ‘L’ bomb, then said, "Wow, Tom
You know I’m just joking around, that came out wrong"
But I know she loves me, I can see it, it’s so obvious
We hang and talk for hours, doesn’t matter what the topic is
She is far from perfect but her demons make her what she is
And she's never smiling unless I’m in her like a floppy disk
Uh, Windows 95, party like it's '99
Every day she’s getting older, time is always flying by
Never knew how to trust, but I would try
I always liked a bit of trouble in this life of mine, go

[Hook]
Well, I don’t have an answer
For these questions maybe we will never know
But you, you, you gotta breathe slow
Well, I don’t have an answer
For these questions maybe we will never know
But you, you, you gotta breathe slow

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