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(feat. T-Pain)
[J-Shin:] Two o'clock in the mornin', I'm sleepin' And something wakes me but I don't know what it is. [Computer goes:] "You've got mail." It's my ex, prob'ly just misses my sex. Lemme get up and see what the deal. What the hell?! It's cryin' faces All over my screen And a picture of her eye. Try to tell myself This aint nothing to L-O-L about. Gotta be serious 'cause usually she'd call but this time my baby done... [Chorus:] Sent Me An Email With all the details. She said she want me back and she don't care what she gotta do for me. She couldn't say it in person. She put it all in words And I don't know what to say Dot. Dot. Dot. (Da - da - da - da) My ex, she keep sweatin' me. I don't know why she keeps stressing me. She had plenty time to get it. Now that I'm all gettin' paid I'm not wit it. She's been hittin' me for days, Leavin' comments on MySpace. Tell me what was I to do. If I did whatcha did I'd be fightin' for you too. [Hey] Then her crying face said "Can you please forgive me And let's put all this behind." I try to tell myself This aint nothing to L-O-L about. This sh*t is gettin' serious 'cause usually she'd call but this time my baby done... [Chorus:] Sent Me An Email With all the details. She said she want me back and she don't care what she gotta do for me. She couldn't say it in person. She put it all in words And I don't know what to say Dot. Dot. Dot. [Da - da - da - da] [T-Pain:] Ok. Yall dun know what it is. It's your homeboi T-Pain. Hey, J-Shin, lemme hold the keyboard for a minute. This girl here trippin'. She dun know what it is So I'm about to tell her what's up. Dear ex, Lil' Lady, smiley faces. I've been patiently waitin' for a date and Everytime we try to make up, It seem like you require me to wake up. What the deal? Why you actin' like a n*gga wasn't street? Why you actin' like I wasn't sweet? Why you actin' like I didn't sweep you off your feet? Why you actin' like a n*gga didn't wanna take you out to eat? Hey. Why you actin' like I broke up witchu When every mornin' I'm wishin' I woke up witchu? Don't be emailin' TP knowin' damn well That TP need a breezy that's down for heez We need to re'gotiate. Forget your sleezy lil' friends They suppose to hate. See I got love but you don't. Why not? So I'ma end this email with a dot dot dot... [Chorus:] Sent Me An Email With all the details. She said she want me back and she don't care what she gotta do for me. She couldn't say it in person. She put it all in words And I don't know what to say Dot. Dot. Dot. (Da - da - da - da) |
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