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Don’t hit me with that fate talk, just look me in my eyes, Messin’ with you was a mistake, got my worlds crossed, no lie. Thought you was one of the homies, got respect up in the streets, Turned out you was undercover, wearin’ lies instead of heat. Still remember when you stepped in, like you owned the whole damn spot, Dropped some roses on my table, smooth as hell, or so I thought. Game was slick, you had me fallin’, got a fire in my chest, Only later did I realize all that charm was second-best. We was ridin’ through the night, drinkin’ bottles, feelin’ free, You kept talkin’ ‘bout forever like some movie fantasy. Then the truth came out the shadows, whole room froze without a sound, Everybody saw your colors and where you’d really been around. Wasn’t leather, wasn’t tracksuits, wasn’t nothin’ street at all, Had a badge hid under that coat — damn, that was the curtain call. I just stared and couldn’t say it, didn’t know what words to find, Everything we had between us got left somewhere behind. You said, “Girl, we’ll meet again someday,” finishin’ your drink, Then you vanished like some smoke rings, quicker than a blink. Now they whisper at the kickbacks every time I pass on by: “There goes that girl who fell for one that wasn’t really from our side.”