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Its kinda funny how we met back When you waked down the hall where I worked at A caramel shorty with a fat ass I spoke, you spoke and that's that Now aint it funny how fate play Cause I saw you at the club down on Market Street And hollered like what's up girl You said nothing man, and you smiled and went on your way Like you didn't even notice me And really like you didn't even want to speak But that's cool, cause now its almost like everyday I'm going off the things you do things you say It seems like our lives have been syndicated But my minds bout the music, we can both make it Who would have thought we'd go from a straight up ignore To talkin bout who wants more Just let me tell