Caught Up chords by Cannonball

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Verse 1
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Now does it really get that deep?
I don't know, I wasn't there.
Does it affect me?
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Capital crime, prime time,
see it directly?
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Buy that shit, buy that shit,
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buy it! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
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Ooh, that's funky!
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Come on! Come on! Come on!
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Nigga!
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Gimme one of them more!
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Lamping in front of Sam Goody,
wearing a hoodie next to the
cardboard cutout,
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he with a butt out, lickin' her lips.
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Asked you for the time,
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you flashed a  watch
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and flashed a  smile.
Attractive reactor,
my innermost animal thoughts,
got your number,
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served at the staff spot on my jacket.
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Called you a couple of times,
troubled with times,
loneliness and liquor,
ticker beat harder than expected.
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Loose it with a tongue and then regret it,
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made some time to kick it together.
You always stood me up,
disrupt my confidence and my faith,
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but you had such a pretty face.
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I  was for like a geek, no,
signing for two or three weeks
And then I showed up at a gathering,
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you were sitting at the top of the stairs
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My expression, free of cares,
moving around like musical chairs
Shook your curves to the hip -hop beat,
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wearing tight clothes to display your wares
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And next thing I know,
you go to the bedroom, deaded room
Strided by five or six guys,
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waiting for headed to lead and gloop
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I was wondering why, wasting my time
What are you thinking,
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I'm just chasing your mind
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I was on my homie's computer,
equating myself with the internet
When I fell into a chat room
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and I bumped into a female
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Typin' back and forth,
we broke some bread without a fork
Just a keyboard and some mouses,
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hundreds of miles between our houses
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But we hit it off and I told her
I was a microphone musical soldier
And I talked about my dialogue
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and all my rap adventures
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So she asked me what I look like,
my humor feelin' lighter
I told her I look just like D 'Angelo,
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but skinnier and whiter
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And not really good lookin',
but anyway I kept it cookin'
Writin' without a pen rest,
so I asked her what's her interest
Like to get burned,
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like to have her skin cut
Enjoyin' like mother whips
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and have her mouth tight shut
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I typed, you gotta be kidding,
she replied, no it's the truth
She'd like to be hung
from my metal hook,
she sent a picture of a poofed eye
Replied, no that's alright,
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as I felt my perspective swing
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I'll catch you later girl, you do your thing
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You