R. Kelly Down Low Double Life
 
Down low double life
1, 2 equals us, she, she and me, I fell in loves
How could something so right go so wrong
Just coming in on flight 412
But she was listening on the phone
I thought I had it all together
But I was wrong obviously
Cuz what was once done in the dark
Came to light eventually
1 - 	Living down low, down low
	Living that double life
	Living down low, down low
	Living that double life
	It ainít right
I donít believe the shit I did the night we were at your momís
I got a page from out of town, lied and said it was my job
Grabbed my hat, coat, gloves and scarf
I told you that I would return
But by the look upon your face you had already discerned
You pulled me to the side and you begged for me to stay
But I was caught up in a life that forced me to walk away
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Okay you,  youíre saying you came in and
And these two women they, they poured
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, it wasnít nothing like that
All I know is uh, I was asleep, they came in
Woke me up pouriní hot grits
And all kinds of shit on me man, okay beatiní me and shit
Hittiní me with all sorts of type shit (Damn)
With a cigar in my mouth over Vegas city lights
On a path way up the hill to be with my other wife
A rich nigga living strife going on like nothingís wrong
But that damn Caller ID is the reason for this song
So one called up the other while I was out playing some golf
Talking Ďbout my doggish ways and how I need to be droppped off
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Now go ahead, shoot me now because Iím guilty as sin
Playiní Russian roulette with hearts not to mention the kids
Now every day I live I regret all that I did
Out smoking with friends as I reminisced
Repeat 1
I canít take it no more Iíve got to confess
See now, I donít know why
I thought that I could keep creeping
Cuz you see what goes around
Comes back on around and back on around
And back on around again, yes it does
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh 
oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
In a state of shock thatís what it left me
Take it from a man who knows
That three ainít company
No, no, no thatís what I kept telling myself
Now I done lost the houses the kids and the dogs
Now Iím sleeping in my mommaís house
And even she says, your sorry ass donít deserve no help
Must be because of what my old man did to her
Niggas
Rockland

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