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  • Текст песни K'Lee - 1 + 1 + 1 (It Ain't Two)



    You must be crazy if you think I'm gonna be
    Stickin' around while you're messin' with somebody
    Your shit's at the door boy it's time you made like a tree
    Playtime is over and your ass is history


    While you're studying physical attraction
    I been workin' on your subtraction
    One to the two, the three, the four
    You better not come round here no more


    I've learnt my lessons in the school of love
    If you only cheat once boy that's once too much
    So do the math while I'm leavin' you
    Cos one plus one plus one, it ain't two


    You must be crazy boy who do you think you are
    Treatin' our love like some twisted menage a trois
    I've done my homework and this time you've gone too far
    These ain't my panties and that ain't my skanky bra


    While you're gettin' your sex education
    I'll be smashin' your new Playstation
    One to the two, the three, the four
    You better not come round here no more


    I've learnt my lessons in the school of love
    If you only cheat once boy that's once too much
    So do the math while I'm leavin' you
    Cos one plus one plus one, it ain't two


    I've learnt my lessons in the school of love
    If you only cheat once boy that's once too much
    So do the math while I'm leavin' you
    Cos one plus one plus one, it ain't two


    (One, two)


    You can't do the dirty and expect me to stay
    I got pride in myself and I won't be played
    So get gone, get gone, go on
    Pack your bags and get the hell on


    You can't do the dirty and expect me to stay
    I got pride in myself and I won't be played
    So get gone, get gone, go on
    Pack your bags and get the hell on


    I've learnt my lessons in the school of love
    If you only cheat once boy that's once too much
    So do the math while I'm leavin' you
    Cos one plus one plus one, it ain't two


    I don't want your car, or your crib, or ya bank account
    You can keep your friends, and ya endz, cos I'm gettin' out
    I don't want your phone, or ya bone, you can keep that stuff
    I've had enough of your love, boy I'm playin' rough